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After an accident, Anna is bedridden until she receives from an unknown donor a watch and a collar that allows her to transfer her mind to other people.Anna is a slim girl, blonde with long hair, around 30 years old, who was active, worked in a bank branch, played sports and enjoyed life. She flirted with men, and had been dating a couple for some time, but at that time she had no deep relationship. Then came the fateful trip to the Alps, where she slipped and was transported unconscious to the hospital. They saved her life there, but Anna remained paralyzed from the chest down, bedridden and dependent on the help of others. After many weeks in the hospital, she found herself in her apartment, which her parents and a friend helped to arrange for her new living situation.Her friend and former elementary school classmate Veronika became her greatest support. Veronika was a petite brunette with a mika who had graduated from medical school and had just been left by her partner. She agreed with Anna that she would move in with her and take care of her and help her.So they lived together for a few weeks. Veronika took care of the household, and Anna, confined to her bed, was involved as far as possible in remote work at the bank, from which both friends had some funds. One day, a messenger rang at their door, greeted and handed Veronica a package marked "for Anna". Both girls were surprised what it was, they didn't expect any shipment. Veronika sat down next to Anna's bed and unwrapped the package in front of her. The package contained a smart watch, a collar and a specially sealed letter. Veronika also unglued it and put it in the holder above the bed for Anna to read.
Anna is a slim girl, blonde with long hair, around 30 years old, who was active, worked in a bank branch, played sports and enjoyed life. She flirted with men, and had been dating a couple for some time, but at that time she had no deep relationship. Then came the fateful trip to the Alps, where she slipped and was transported unconscious to the hospital. They saved her life there, but Anna remained paralyzed from the chest down, bedridden and dependent on the help of others. After many weeks in the hospital, she found herself in her apartment, which her parents and a friend helped to arrange for her new living situation.
Her friend and former elementary school classmate Veronika became her greatest support. Veronika was a petite brunette with a mika who had graduated from medical school and had just been left by her partner. She agreed with Anna that she would move in with her and take care of her and help her.
So they lived together for a few weeks. Veronika took care of the household, and Anna, confined to her bed, was involved as far as possible in remote work at the bank, from which both friends had some funds. One day, a messenger rang at their door, greeted and handed Veronica a package marked "for Anna". Both girls were surprised what it was, they didn't expect any shipment. Veronika sat down next to Anna's bed and unwrapped the package in front of her. The package contained a smart watch, a collar and a specially sealed letter. Veronika also unglued it and put it in the holder above the bed for Anna to read.
Dear Anna,
we selected you for the program to try out our new product and we believe that you and your girlfriend will use it to its full potential. In addition to the usual functions, the smart watch you received will allow you to rejoin an active life. This gift of ours is no secret, but for your own sake, be careful who you confide in about your new abilities.
We attach instructions for using the special application:
Double-tapping the display and circling the perimeter of the display with your finger will allow the smart watch wearer's consciousness to be recorded in their memory. Only one person's consciousness can be uploaded to the smart watch's memory at a time.
If one person's memory is recorded in the smart watch, the wearer of the smart watch has access to the consciousness stored in the smart watch, and conversely, the owner of the consciousness in the smart watch has access to the consciousness of the wearer, and thus they can communicate with each other on a subconscious level.
A double tap on the display and one circling of the finger around the perimeter of the display uploads the consciousness from the smart watch's memory into the wearer's brain, a second circling around the perimeter in close sequence then transfers the original consciousness of the new smart watch wearer to the smart watch's memory.
Pressing the upper right button on the side of the smart watch and circling the upper half of the display from left to right will enable the owner of the smart watch to actively use the wearer's mouth, moving in the opposite direction along the upper half of the display will reverse the situation. If the upper circle is followed by the lower circle (from right to left), on the contrary, the wearer of the smart watch will be prevented from using speech.
Pressing the lower right button and circling the upper half of the entire perimeter of the display will allow the owner of the smart watch to take control of the motor movements of the wearer (movements of the hands, feet, head, etc.) and, conversely, prevent the control of the motor movements of the wearer.
The middle button allows you to change the voice at the same time as changing the speech control while wearing the included collar.
Anna looked questioningly at Veronika, who also read the letter at the same time. She just winked, smiled and put the smart watch on Anna's left hand. She read the instructions carefully once more, then tapped on the display, made a 360° movement with her finger on the display. Then she looked at Anna, her eyes were closed, she was breathing lightly and did not respond to Veronica's question. She took the smart watch off Anna's hand again and put it on her own hand. As she stood up, she wanted to go to the kitchen, but she stopped immediately, clutching the chair with one hand, as she was startled by the voices that began to run in her head - Anna's voices: "Hello, is anyone here?" The surprise lasted only a short moment, Veronika pressed the button on the smart watch, made a 180° movement from left to right and thus allowed Anna to speak with her mouth and voice. It took a while for the girls to coordinate when each was speaking, but soon Veronika was standing in the kitchen, preparing food and talking together, satisfied with how the smart watch worked.
After lunch and afternoon coffee they agreed to try another function, Veronika tapped the display again and made a movement on the display. The side of the smart watch changed color from blue to green. As they agreed, Anna tried to lift Veronica's body - and she succeeded. Now the movements of Veronica's body were controlled by Anna. She walked around the room and Veronika complimented her on how she was doing and that she hadn't forgotten anything. In the meantime, Anna reached Veronika's bedroom, apologized to her, lay down on her back and began to settle down. After a while, she reached her orgasm and lay on the bed with a smile, breathing lightly. Veronika didn't blame her, she understood that after many months of sexual fasting, the opportunity was too tempting.
After a few days, their mutual friend and Anna's work colleague Alice called Veronica and invited Veronica to a restaurant for dinner with some other friends. Before Veronika could react, Anna responded and confirmed to Alice that she would arrive.
In the early evening, Veronika and Anna were preparing for the meeting, Veronika was putting on her dress and Anna's suggestion decided to wear the collar from Anna's package. She arrived at the meeting on time and just sat quietly at the table for a while listening to the others talk, Anna subconsciously urging her to join in the fun. Veronika resisted for a while, but when Michal, who she liked, sat down next to her, she gave in and they started talking. About how everyone lives, how everyone is doing, that they have a common interest in cooking. After some time, Alice also joined their group and started arranging a joint weekend cycling event with Michal and other boys and girls. She said to Veronika: "I suppose you won't go when you're taking care of Anička." To her surprise, Veronika responded that she would.
After the party, Veronika and Alice walked part of the way home together. Alice was a slender dark-haired girl with braided hair, inconspicuous rimless glasses, always perfectly dressed in a costume. Alice asked Veronica: "You surprised me that you wanted to go with us for the weekend. What will happen to Anča? Who will take care of her?" Veronika was silent for a while, subconsciously asking Anna what to say and how to react. Anna was in favor of introducing Alice to her new cohabitation. After walking in silence for a while, Veronika replied: "You know, something has happened that I don't have to worry about Anča anymore." Then Veronika used the smart watch to hand over the voice control to Anna and also set the voice change using the collar. Anna then continued in her voice (in Veronica's body): “Hi Alice, I'll go with you too.” Alice flinched, stopped and looked at Veronica. "You know, I was given such a gift and now I can share someone else's body because of it," Anna continued. "That's unbelievable," Alice said. The girls then continued walking home. Anna and Alice continued to walk and chatted amicably about Anna's new possibilities. When they said goodbye, they agreed to meet in a few days at Anna and Veronica's house.
The next day, Anna's parents were supposed to come to visit her. Unlike Alice, where Anna believed that she would understand the situation, she was afraid that her parents were not ready for such news. In the morning, the girls in Veronica's body enjoyed sexual satisfaction for a while, when one and the other took turns controlling Veronica's body. After lunch, however, they pulled Anna's mind back into the smart watch and Veronika attached the smart watch to the arm of Anna's body and returned Anna's mind to her body. It took a while for Anna to wake up from her sleep, she sighed, “Back in her body.” But soon she was cheerful as Veronika encouraged her that it wasn't for long. During the visit of Anna's parents, both girls were cheerful, all four of them had fun together, and Anna's mother was happy that her daughter was doing better mentally and thanked Veronica for helping Anna not only with the service, but also mentally. The girls just winked at each other, but didn't reveal anything.
In a few days, Alice was heading to Anna and Veronika's house. She thought to herself again what an incredible thing Anna had gotten. But she liked the idea of sharing her body with another person and was looking forward to enjoying the afternoon with her friends, so she prepared a surprise for them.
Alice rang the front doorbell, greeted Veronica and Anna, they made coffee and sat down in armchairs for dessert. After half an hour of social conversation, when they successfully avoided the topic started when they returned from the party, Veronika asked Alice if she would like to try lending her body to Anna for a while. Alice nodded with a smile and without further explanation began to remove her sweater and the pants she had come in. Underneath, she wore a black latex bodysuit with a high neckline and matching tights. Veronika's eyes widened, surprised at what she saw, but she only lasted a moment and then happily commented on how Alice had prepared for the afternoon. She didn't hesitate and ran to the bedroom to change as well. Meanwhile, Alice also took black gloves from her bag. When Veronika returned after a while in a similarly sexy red-black latex suit, she allowed Anna to control her body and mouth by circling the smart watch display. Immediately Anna spoke up (in Veronika's body): "Yes, girls, thanks." She first touched her body dressed in a latex outfit and then enjoyed herself with Alice. During the course she commented how it was better this way than when she had to satisfy herself (in Veronica's body).
After some time, Anna asked Alice if she could try her body too. Alice agreed without hesitation: "You know you do, I'm looking forward to what it will be like." Once again, Anna allowed Veronica to take control of her body and Verča then removed the smart watch from her hand and handed it to Alice, who put it on her hand and Veronika explained to her how she would allow Anna to control her body and mouth. Immediately Alice spoke up, actually Anna in Alice's body: "Thank you Alice, thank you Verčo." The possibilities are really incredible." The girls continued to have fun, this time Veronika with Anna in Alice's body. After some time, Anna had an idea - when the girls had enjoyed themselves, she took off her smart watch and, blinking, handed it to Veronica. She immediately joked, smiled, put on her smart watch and with the usual circular motion allowed Alice to control her body. Veronica's figure stood in confusion for a moment, then Alice saw her own laughing body in front of her and shouted, "What's going on?"
She looked at herself, turned to the mirror and saw Veronica—herself—and laughed too. "You dragons too," she called out to Anna (in Alice's body).
"How did you like it and do you like it?" asked Anna.
"Incredibly. It's a very strange feeling when your body does what it wants and when you say something you don't really want to. And now it's also incredible - to be in someone else. Have a different voice. Not wearing glasses. Come on, let's have some more fun," she invited Anna.
When Alice started talking about another voice, she realized that she had actually received a collar in addition to the smart watch, and they could try it on now. She replied to Alice (in Veronica's body), "Wait a minute," and ran off. After a while she returned with the collar and put it on Alice. She asked why, but Anna responded that it was not just an ordinary collar. And Alice was beginning to suspect. Anna motioned for her to press the middle button on the smart watch, which Alice promptly did.
"Try to tell me something now," Anna challenged Alice.
"And what should I say?" Alice responded, then stopped short. Although she was still in Veronica's body and had gotten used to speaking in her voice, now her own voice was heard.
"I kept wondering how you and Veronika did it back then. So now it's clear to me. You also wore this collar at the party then.'
The girls continued to evaluate their last experiences for a while and then enjoyed the sexual games for a while. The afternoon drew to a close and Alice returned the body to Veronica, who then handed the smart watch to Anna (in Alice's body) and the girls then switched bodies. Alice regaining control of her own body returned the smart watch to Veronica allowing Anna to share her mouth and they said their goodbyes.
Anna is a slim girl, blonde with long hair, around 30 years old, who was active, worked in a bank branch, played sports and enjoyed life. She flirted with men, and had been dating a couple for some time, but at that time she had no deep relationship. Then came the fateful trip to the Alps, where she slipped and was transported unconscious to the hospital. They saved her life there, but Anna remained paralyzed from the chest down, bedridden and dependent on the help of others. After many weeks in the hospital, she found herself in her apartment, which her parents and a friend helped to arrange for her new living situation.
Her friend and former elementary school classmate Veronika became her greatest support. Veronika was a petite brunette with a mika who had graduated from medical school and had just been left by her partner. She agreed with Anna that she would move in with her and take care of her and help her.
So they lived together for a few weeks. Veronika took care of the household, and Anna, confined to her bed, was involved as far as possible in remote work at the bank, from which both friends had some funds. One day, a messenger rang at their door, greeted and handed Veronica a package marked "for Anna". Both girls were surprised what it was, they didn't expect any shipment. Veronika sat down next to Anna's bed and unwrapped the package in front of her. The package contained a smart watch, a collar and a specially sealed letter. Veronika also unglued it and put it in the holder above the bed for Anna to read.
Dear Anna,
we selected you for the program to try out our new product and we believe that you and your girlfriend will use it to its full potential. In addition to the usual functions, the smart watch you received will allow you to rejoin an active life. This gift of ours is no secret, but for your own sake, be careful who you confide in about your new abilities.
We attach instructions for using the special application:
Double-tapping the display and circling the perimeter of the display with your finger will allow the smart watch wearer's consciousness to be recorded in their memory. Only one person's consciousness can be uploaded to the smart watch's memory at a time.
If one person's memory is recorded in the smart watch, the wearer of the smart watch has access to the consciousness stored in the smart watch, and conversely, the owner of the consciousness in the smart watch has access to the consciousness of the wearer, and thus they can communicate with each other on a subconscious level.
A double tap on the display and one circling of the finger around the perimeter of the display uploads the consciousness from the smart watch's memory into the wearer's brain, a second circling around the perimeter in close sequence then transfers the original consciousness of the new smart watch wearer to the smart watch's memory.
Pressing the upper right button on the side of the smart watch and circling the upper half of the display from left to right will enable the owner of the smart watch to actively use the wearer's mouth, moving in the opposite direction along the upper half of the display will reverse the situation. If the upper circle is followed by the lower circle (from right to left), on the contrary, the wearer of the smart watch will be prevented from using speech.
Pressing the lower right button and circling the upper half of the entire perimeter of the display will allow the owner of the smart watch to take control of the motor movements of the wearer (movements of the hands, feet, head, etc.) and, conversely, prevent the control of the motor movements of the wearer.
The middle button allows you to change the voice at the same time as changing the speech control while wearing the included collar.
Anna looked questioningly at Veronika, who also read the letter at the same time. She just winked, smiled and put the smart watch on Anna's left hand. She read the instructions carefully once more, then tapped on the display, made a 360° movement with her finger on the display. Then she looked at Anna, her eyes were closed, she was breathing lightly and did not respond to Veronica's question. She took the smart watch off Anna's hand again and put it on her own hand. As she stood up, she wanted to go to the kitchen, but she stopped immediately, clutching the chair with one hand, as she was startled by the voices that began to run in her head - Anna's voices: "Hello, is anyone here?" The surprise lasted only a short moment, Veronika pressed the button on the smart watch, made a 180° movement from left to right and thus allowed Anna to speak with her mouth and voice. It took a while for the girls to coordinate when each was speaking, but soon Veronika was standing in the kitchen, preparing food and talking together, satisfied with how the smart watch worked.
After lunch and afternoon coffee they agreed to try another function, Veronika tapped the display again and made a movement on the display. The side of the smart watch changed color from blue to green. As they agreed, Anna tried to lift Veronica's body - and she succeeded. Now the movements of Veronica's body were controlled by Anna. She walked around the room and Veronika complimented her on how she was doing and that she hadn't forgotten anything. In the meantime, Anna reached Veronika's bedroom, apologized to her, lay down on her back and began to settle down. After a while, she reached her orgasm and lay on the bed with a smile, breathing lightly. Veronika didn't blame her, she understood that after many months of sexual fasting, the opportunity was too tempting.
After a few days, their mutual friend and Anna's work colleague Alice called Veronica and invited Veronica to a restaurant for dinner with some other friends. Before Veronika could react, Anna responded and confirmed to Alice that she would arrive.
In the early evening, Veronika and Anna were preparing for the meeting, Veronika was putting on her dress and Anna's suggestion decided to wear the collar from Anna's package. She arrived at the meeting on time and just sat quietly at the table for a while listening to the others talk, Anna subconsciously urging her to join in the fun. Veronika resisted for a while, but when Michal, who she liked, sat down next to her, she gave in and they started talking. About how everyone lives, how everyone is doing, that they have a common interest in cooking. After some time, Alice also joined their group and started arranging a joint weekend cycling event with Michal and other boys and girls. She said to Veronika: "I suppose you won't go when you're taking care of Anička." To her surprise, Veronika responded that she would.
After the party, Veronika and Alice walked part of the way home together. Alice was a slender dark-haired girl with braided hair, inconspicuous rimless glasses, always perfectly dressed in a costume. Alice asked Veronica: "You surprised me that you wanted to go with us for the weekend. What will happen to Anča? Who will take care of her?" Veronika was silent for a while, subconsciously asking Anna what to say and how to react. Anna was in favor of introducing Alice to her new cohabitation. After walking in silence for a while, Veronika replied: "You know, something has happened that I don't have to worry about Anča anymore." Then Veronika used the smart watch to hand over the voice control to Anna and also set the voice change using the collar. Anna then continued in her voice (in Veronica's body): “Hi Alice, I'll go with you too.” Alice flinched, stopped and looked at Veronica. "You know, I was given such a gift and now I can share someone else's body because of it," Anna continued. "That's unbelievable," Alice said. The girls then continued walking home. Anna and Alice continued to walk and chatted amicably about Anna's new possibilities. When they said goodbye, they agreed to meet in a few days at Anna and Veronica's house.
The next day, Anna's parents were supposed to come to visit her. Unlike Alice, where Anna believed that she would understand the situation, she was afraid that her parents were not ready for such news. In the morning, the girls in Veronica's body enjoyed sexual satisfaction for a while, when one and the other took turns controlling Veronica's body. After lunch, however, they pulled Anna's mind back into the smart watch and Veronika attached the smart watch to the arm of Anna's body and returned Anna's mind to her body. It took a while for Anna to wake up from her sleep, she sighed, “Back in her body.” But soon she was cheerful as Veronika encouraged her that it wasn't for long. During the visit of Anna's parents, both girls were cheerful, all four of them had fun together, and Anna's mother was happy that her daughter was doing better mentally and thanked Veronica for helping Anna not only with the service, but also mentally. The girls just winked at each other, but didn't reveal anything.
In a few days, Alice was heading to Anna and Veronika's house. She thought to herself again what an incredible thing Anna had gotten. But she liked the idea of sharing her body with another person and was looking forward to enjoying the afternoon with her friends, so she prepared a surprise for them.
Alice rang the front doorbell, greeted Veronica and Anna, they made coffee and sat down in armchairs for dessert. After half an hour of social conversation, when they successfully avoided the topic started when they returned from the party, Veronika asked Alice if she would like to try lending her body to Anna for a while. Alice nodded with a smile and without further explanation began to remove her sweater and the pants she had come in. Underneath, she wore a black latex bodysuit with a high neckline and matching tights. Veronika's eyes widened, surprised at what she saw, but she only lasted a moment and then happily commented on how Alice had prepared for the afternoon. She didn't hesitate and ran to the bedroom to change as well. Meanwhile, Alice also took black gloves from her bag. When Veronika returned after a while in a similarly sexy red-black latex suit, she allowed Anna to control her body and mouth by circling the smart watch display. Immediately Anna spoke up (in Veronika's body): "Yes, girls, thanks." She first touched her body dressed in a latex outfit and then enjoyed herself with Alice. During the course she commented how it was better this way than when she had to satisfy herself (in Veronica's body).
After some time, Anna asked Alice if she could try her body too. Alice agreed without hesitation: "You know you do, I'm looking forward to what it will be like." Once again, Anna allowed Veronica to take control of her body and Verča then removed the smart watch from her hand and handed it to Alice, who put it on her hand and Veronika explained to her how she would allow Anna to control her body and mouth. Immediately Alice spoke up, actually Anna in Alice's body: "Thank you Alice, thank you Verčo." The possibilities are really incredible." The girls continued to have fun, this time Veronika with Anna in Alice's body. After some time, Anna had an idea - when the girls had enjoyed themselves, she took off her smart watch and, blinking, handed it to Veronica. She immediately joked, smiled, put on her smart watch and with the usual circular motion allowed Alice to control her body. Veronica's figure stood in confusion for a moment, then Alice saw her own laughing body in front of her and shouted, "What's going on?"
She looked at herself, turned to the mirror and saw Veronica—herself—and laughed too. "You dragons too," she called out to Anna (in Alice's body).
"How did you like it and do you like it?" asked Anna.
"Incredibly. It's a very strange feeling when your body does what it wants and when you say something you don't really want to. And now it's also incredible - to be in someone else. Have a different voice. Not wearing glasses. Come on, let's have some more fun," she invited Anna.
When Alice started talking about another voice, she realized that she had actually received a collar in addition to the smart watch, and they could try it on now. She replied to Alice (in Veronica's body), "Wait a minute," and ran off. After a while she returned with the collar and put it on Alice. She asked why, but Anna responded that it was not just an ordinary collar. And Alice was beginning to suspect. Anna motioned for her to press the middle button on the smart watch, which Alice promptly did.
"Try to tell me something now," Anna challenged Alice.
"And what should I say?" Alice responded, then stopped short. Although she was still in Veronica's body and had gotten used to speaking in her voice, now her own voice was heard.
"I kept wondering how you and Veronika did it back then. So now it's clear to me. You also wore this collar at the party then.'
The girls continued to evaluate their last experiences for a while and then enjoyed the sexual games for a while. The afternoon drew to a close and Alice returned the body to Veronica, who then handed the smart watch to Anna (in Alice's body) and the girls then switched bodies. Alice regaining control of her own body returned the smart watch to Veronica allowing Anna to share her mouth and they said their goodbyes.
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Hi there! I'm a 23-year-old woman, renting out my body to pay for medical school. I work with an agency that uses neuralink implants to let my renters see through my eyes, control my actions, and essentially live in my skin while I'm unconscious. Once their session is over, I wake up without any recollection of what they've done. It's like I was asleep or in a coma, but meanwhile my body was up and about doing things. The industry calls us 'bodies for rent' or 'meatsuits', though some of us prefer to be known as 'surrogates'.
I let people rent my meatsuit (and I can’t remember it) AMA
Hi there! I'm a 23-year-old woman, renting out my body to pay for medical school. I work with an agency that uses neuralink implants to let my renters see through my eyes, control my actions, and essentially live in my skin while I'm unconscious. Once their session is over, I wake up without any recollection of what they've done. It's like I was asleep or in a coma, but meanwhile my body was up and about doing things. The industry calls us 'bodies for rent' or 'meatsuits', though some of us prefer to be known as 'surrogates'.
It sounds scary, but it's completely safe, regulated, and - dare I say it - kinda fun. Let's get into all the gritty realities of the renting industry. Ask me anything!
How does it feel when you wake up after being 'rented'? Any physical fatigue?
Great question! It's a bit like waking up from a deep sleep. There's a period of disorientation, but that clears up quickly. As for physical fatigue, it depends on what my body has been doing. If my renter had been doing strenuous activities, then yes, I might feel a little worn out.
Aren't you afraid that someone might misuse your body?
That's a common concern, but the industry has safeguards in place. Renters sign contracts agreeing not to harm the body or engage in illegal activities. Plus, there's constant monitoring by a neutral third party during the rental period. If anything suspicious happens, they can shut down the session.
How much can you make in this business?
It varies depending on factors like the duration of the session, what the renter plans to do, and even the desirability of the surrogate. I make a comfortable amount, enough to pay my medical school tuition and living expenses.
Can you sense anything while being rented? Any kind of dreams?
Not at all. It's like being in a very deep sleep, without dreams. I wake up completely blank, with no memory or sensation from the rental period.
Do people ever have sex or masturbate when they rent you?
Yes, of course, it’s part of the job. I basically expect more often than not to have the renter touch me. It’s not as bad as it sounds – it’s basically my hand doing it, after all. Sometimes I feel a little sore after – especially when I’m rented by guys, who tend to be a bit less gentle with my body – but nothing serious.
Do your friends and family know about this? How do they feel?
Yes, they know, and it took some time for them to understand. They were concerned at first, but they've seen how regulated and safe it is, and how it's helping me achieve my dream of becoming a doctor. So, they're supportive now!
How did you get into this business?
I stumbled upon an advertisement and was intrigued. I did my research, understood the risks and benefits, and decided it was a viable way to finance my medical studies. And here I am!
Any advice for someone considering becoming a surrogate?
Do your homework. Understand the pros and cons. Consider the physical and mental aspects - remember, your body might be doing things you're not used to. Also, ensure you're working with a reputable company. There are sketchy operators out there.
What was your most memorable experience after waking up from a rental period?
There was this one time when I woke up in a beautiful dress, covered in glitter and glam, standing in the middle of what seemed to be a high-end fashion event. The smooth silk of the dress hugged my body, contrasting starkly against the cold, air-conditioned atmosphere of the venue. The dress was a stunning shade of midnight blue, matching the color of my eyes, and it was sprinkled with silver glitters, twinkling as they caught the spotlights. High heels elongated my petite frame, although they made my feet ache a bit. People were clapping and cheering, and I had this feeling of exhilaration that lingered even after the confusion had passed.
The aroma of rich perfume and champagne wafted through the air, and my lips tasted faintly of a delicate canapé. My hands were a little shaky from the adrenaline, and I felt the cool touch of a glass of bubbly in my right hand. I could tell by the appreciative eyes and stunned silence that my renter had just pulled off a fantastic runway walk.
I felt strangely empowered, stepping out of my usual comfort zone of t-shirts, jeans, and tennis shoes, into this glamorous world of fashion, something I'd never dare to do on my own. The moment felt almost surreal, like a scene straight out of a movie. I loved the feeling of confidence, of owning the room. Even though it wasn't me who had strutted down the catwalk, a small part of that boldness lingered, reminding me of my own potential.
Have you ever felt violated or uneasy after a rental session?
Yes, there have been moments of discomfort. One time, I woke up in a very crowded place, in the middle of a music festival. I’m a bit of an introvert, so waking up in such a noisy, chaotic environment was quite jarring. My body was adorned in a loose crop top, denim shorts, and a floral headband – typical festival attire, but it felt strange since I usually prefer more conservative clothing. My hair, normally tied up in a neat bun, was let loose and felt messy with dried sweat and probably some beer someone had spilled.
I could still feel the throb of the loud music in my ears, the vibrations settling into my body, like a low hum beneath my skin. My feet ached from dancing, my throat was parched, and there was a residual taste of beer and cheap festival food on my tongue. My hands were stained with neon paint, evidence of the craziness of the night. The faint smell of sweat, alcohol, and smoke clung to my skin, making me feel a bit dirty.
I remember feeling lost and out of place among the sea of enthusiastic festival-goers. Although the monitors had ended the rental as soon as I started to regain consciousness, the sudden shift from unconscious tranquility to overwhelming sensory stimulation was a shock. I felt a twinge of unease, realizing how vulnerable I was during these rentals, but it also reminded me of the importance of trust in this profession.
Have you ever considered renting out your body for more extended periods, like a week or a month?
I've given it some thought, but there are practical and emotional challenges to consider. Physically, the neuralink is designed for shorter periods – up to 24 hours. So, waking up in the same clothes I wore a day ago is common, sometimes with minor changes like a different pair of shoes or an added accessory. My body, toned from regular exercise and yoga, would handle the physical strain quite well, but there is a limit to how long the technology can keep my consciousness suppressed. The device needs to be recharged, and my body needs rest and rejuvenation.
Emotionally, there's a strange intimacy in sharing my body for such extended periods. Every time I wake up after a rental, it's as though a veil is lifted from my eyes. There's a brief moment of disorientation, like a foggy morning, where I'm not quite sure where I am or what has happened. My fingers would glide over the fabric of my clothes, tracing the alien feel of a shirt or a dress that I didn’t remember putting on. There's a rush of sensations, the leftover smells of where my renter has been, the lingering tastes on my tongue, and the physical echoes of their activities.
Imagine that feeling extended for a week or a month. Imagine the shift in my daily routines, my eating habits, and my social interactions. My body would live a life that my mind wasn't a part of. As it stands, the rental periods are already a leap of faith, a testament to my trust in the technology, the system, and the people who rent me. Prolonging the rental period only escalates the implications.
However, the notion isn't without its appeal. I could potentially earn more, and it might provide a unique opportunity for me to experience different lives. But for now, the constraints outweigh the benefits. I've chosen to prioritize my sense of self, my personal boundaries, and the preservation of my own life experiences.
Do you have any plans for after medical school? Will you continue to be a surrogate?
Once I'm done with medical school, I plan to specialize in neurology. Being a surrogate has given me an intriguing perspective on how our brain functions and how advanced technology like neuralink can integrate with it. I'm eager to dive deeper, to understand the complex mysteries of our brains. My body, though petite and young, has become a fascinating landscape for my academic curiosity. Each pulse in my veins, every breath I take, has become a testament to the marvels of human biology and technology intertwined.
As for continuing as a surrogate, it's unlikely. Once I start my practice, my focus will be on my patients. I won’t have the time, or the emotional bandwidth, to lend my body to others. Plus, there's a certain comfort in the idea of regaining exclusive ownership of my body. To wake up in my bed, in my clothes, knowing that whatever memories I have from the previous day are my own, sounds incredibly comforting after a few years of sharing it with people.
There's a strange satisfaction in being a surrogate. It's not just about the money, although that's a significant factor. It's about providing a service, allowing people to experience life from a different perspective. There's a sense of pride, of fulfillment, in knowing that my body can help fulfill someone else's dream or desire, even if I don't remember any of it. So, while I look forward to focusing on my medical career, I'll always cherish the experiences and insights I've gained as a surrogate.
Ever stumbled upon photos or videos of yourself from a rental session you don't remember?
Yes, it's happened on more than one occasion. There's something strangely unnerving about seeing photos or videos of yourself in action, knowing that you don’t remember a single moment of it.
The first time this happened, I was scrolling through social media when I found a picture of myself at a charity marathon. My usually fair complexion was flushed with exertion, sweat glinting on my forehead, my blonde hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, strands sticking to my moist skin. The tight runner’s outfit clung to my petite frame, accentuating my toned muscles, highlighting my runner's posture. In the photo, I was crossing the finish line, arms in the air, a picture of triumph and satisfaction.
Seeing myself there, the exuberance on my face, the sheer exhilaration in my wide, bright eyes was surreal. It felt like looking at a doppelganger or a twin, someone who shared my body, my face, but lived experiences that I didn’t remember. It was as if this 'other me' had successfully completed a marathon, something I'd never done. It was a bizarre mixture of pride and confusion, seeing a triumphant moment that I had no recollection of.
There were a few other times that it happened – one in particular was pretty creepy – but there’s no rule against it right now, so, you know.
Have you ever confronted a renter about the things they've done while renting your body?
I’ve never directly confronted a renter, but there have been times when I've requested the agency to talk to them. Once, I found a video of myself eating a tarantula at a food festival. My stomach churned as I watched 'me' in the video, sporting a wide grin, taking a big bite of the deep-fried spider, savoring the crunch with evident delight.
I remembered feeling a bizarre disconnect as I watched my own fingers delicately holding the spider, the crunch echoing in my ears as I bit down, the sound so vivid, it felt real. My heart pounded as my face on the screen twisted into an expression of joy and satisfaction, my blue eyes twinkling with daring and adventure. The image haunted me, even when I had closed my eyes, the back of my eyelids mirroring the ghastly sight. The discomfort was so intense that I had to reach out to the agency, reminding them of my arachnophobia and the importance of renters respecting the surrogate's personal boundaries.
The process was quite straightforward, actually. The agency assured me they would remind the renter of the rules. The interesting (and perhaps, unnerving) part of this whole situation was the realization of how much control I had surrendered. While I was tucked safely away in the realm of unconsciousness, my body was out there, in the world, engaging in activities I’d never imagine doing in a conscious state. It brought up a mix of feelings – a tad of unease, a hint of exhilaration, and an odd sense of curiosity about what my body is capable of when untethered from my conscious mind.
It was unsettling to find a video of myself doing something that was so contradictory to my personality. Yet, it was also an opportunity for me to face my fear, albeit in a roundabout way. It didn't cure my arachnophobia, but it did make me question how much of our fears are mental barriers. It was like staring at a reflection of what I could potentially be, unbound by personal fears or biases. And in a twisted way, it was liberating.
Although I don’t wish for a repeat of such experiences, these instances have pushed me to reflect on myself and consider my perceptions. They've nudged me out of my comfort zone and made me realize the extraordinary adaptability of the human mind and body. And for that, I am oddly grateful.
Have you ever found provocative photos of yourself from a rental session? How did you react?
Yes, I have. One incident that particularly stands out was when I stumbled upon a series of photos of me dressed as a 'catgirl' at what seemed to be a cosplay event.
In these images, I was dressed in a black, form-fitting bodysuit that hugged my petite figure, accentuating my curves. Ears pointed upwards were attached to a headband on my blonde hair, which was styled into playful, loose curls. A long, fluffy tail was clipped onto the back of the bodysuit, and a mischievous smirk played on my face. My eyes were highlighted with dramatic, catlike makeup, and I had a delicate, diamond-shaped nose and whiskers painted on. Completing the look were long, black gloves and boots, adding a certain allure to the whole ensemble.
Seeing myself in this provocative outfit was an unnerving experience. I've always been more of a modest dresser, preferring comfort and functionality over fashion or trends. My heart pounded in my chest as I looked at the photos. My cheeks, usually fair, turned a deep shade of red, my body reacting to the shock and embarrassment even though my mind was still trying to process what it was seeing.
Despite the initial shock, I had to admire the artistry involved. The attention to detail in the costume and makeup was impeccable. My body looked confident, empowered, even seductive - a stark contrast to my usual demeanor. There was an undeniable beauty in the images that I couldn't ignore, a transformation so complete that it was hard to believe it was me.
Although this incident did make me feel uncomfortable, it also forced me to confront my own perceptions of my body and my sexuality. It showed me a version of myself that I had never considered before, pushing me to reassess my boundaries and my comfort zones.
These photos served as a reminder of how diverse and varied human experiences can be, and how our bodies can be a canvas for different forms of expression. It wasn't an easy experience, but it was a learning opportunity for me. Since then, I've become more open-minded, learning to embrace the unexpected and finding beauty in all forms of self-expression.
What's the most bizarre situation you've found yourself in after a rental session?
One of the most bizarre situations I've woken up to was when I found myself at a beach party, covered in chocolate, and wearing a bikini.
The moment my consciousness resurfaced, I was greeted by the smell of salt and sunscreen, underscored by the sweet scent of melted chocolate. My skin felt sticky, and as I glanced down, I saw my petite body donned in a vibrant red bikini, smothered with chocolate sauce. The droplets were scattered like modern art across the soft, fair skin of my abdomen, my arms, and even my legs. The sunlight glinted off the slick coating, giving me an oddly shiny appearance.
Around me, people were laughing and cheering, music blaring from nearby speakers. The party seemed to be in full swing, the beach lined with young people engaged in various activities - some were playing beach volleyball, others were tanning, sipping cocktails, or dancing to the lively music. A makeshift stage had been set up nearby, and it seemed like I had just participated in a chocolate-themed competition.
The sandy grit beneath my feet, the comforting warmth of the sun on my chocolate-covered skin, the riotous noise of the party, all contributed to a sensory overload. But amidst the chaos, there was also an underlying feeling of exhilaration and freedom, a giddy aftertaste of what seemed to have been a wild and enjoyable event.
Despite the initial shock, a part of me couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. There was something incredibly surreal and yet comically charming about it. Extracting myself from the party, I made my way towards the sea, intending to wash off the chocolate and to reclaim a sense of normalcy. As the cool waves lapped against my legs, I remember feeling a renewed sense of appreciation for my unusual job. While it occasionally landed me in sticky situations (quite literally in this case), it also made for some truly unforgettable experiences.
Have you ever found photos taken by a renter afterwards, anything embarrassing?
Oh, you have no idea. There was this one time when I woke up to find a series of pictures on my phone that left me both amused and perplexed.
The first photo showed me in a bright yellow chicken costume. My usually petite and slender figure was enveloped in a fluffy, oversized suit, complete with a red plume on top. My face, usually serene or focused, was contorted into a comical squawk, my mouth wide open, my eyes squeezed shut in exaggerated expression.
Next, I found a picture of myself wearing a pair of oversized glasses, their frames so large they covered half my face, my blue eyes appearing comically magnified. A fluorescent green wig was placed haphazardly on my head, strands of synthetic hair falling over my forehead. My lips were stretched into a goofy grin, my cheeks dimpled with laughter.
The photo parade continued with me donning an array of humorous costumes – a pirate with a plastic hook, a faux fur-lined onesie of a unicorn, a clown with a red nose and oversized shoes. In each photo, I was making different faces - there was a mock-scared expression, a wide-eyed surprise, a faux-angry scowl, and many more.
A couple got a little bit more lewd. There were a few, um, revealing selfies in the mix – one where they’d stuck my tongue out and rolled my eyes back in a pretty stupid looking way. And one really embarrassing one where they were basically naked and cupping my boobs for the camera. I did have a word with the agency after that one – the renters aren’t meant to do that.
Does your body ever feel different when you return to it? Like, sore, worn out, used differently?
Absolutely, my body often feels different when I return to it after a rental session. It’s almost like getting reacquainted with a familiar yet slightly altered space.
One instance that particularly stands out was after a renter who was evidently a dance enthusiast had used my body. I woke up in a dance studio, my reflection mirrored in the wall-length mirror. My petite frame was dressed in a flowing, practice skirt and a snug-fitting top. My blonde hair, usually worn down, was pulled up into a tight, professional bun.
When I moved, I felt a certain soreness in my muscles that I wasn’t used to. It was clear that my body had been stretching and moving in ways that were unfamiliar. My calves throbbed slightly, hinting at an intense session of pointe work. My shoulders and back felt looser, likely the result of expressive modern dance movements.
Despite the soreness, there was also an underlying sense of satisfaction. I could tell that my body had been put through a substantial, yet enjoyable workout. As I moved, I could feel a fluidity in my motions, a rhythm that seemed to resonate in my muscles. It was as if my body had picked up a faint echo of the dance, a lingering melody imprinted in the way I moved.
In these moments, my body sometimes feels like an instrument that has been played beautifully and then set aside. There’s a feeling of having been ‘used’ – not in a negative sense, but in the way that a well-loved book is used, its pages turned carefully, its spine bearing the imprints of a reader's hands. There’s a sense of having been part of someone else’s story, even if just for a while.
So wait, you wake up in random positions after each session? What happens if you don't know how to get home after, haha
Haha, yes, I do wake up in different places following a rental session, but it's not as chaotic as it sounds.
Renters are required to ensure I'm in a safe environment before the rental period ends. This rule is strictly enforced by the agency, ensuring that I don't wake up in dangerous or compromising situations. The location can be anywhere - a park, a café, a shopping mall, even a dance studio, as I mentioned in an earlier response. But whatever the location, safety is paramount.
As for getting back home, that's rarely been a problem. My phone is always with me, and it has all the necessary apps and information for navigation. Plus, we live in an era where rideshares are just a few taps away.
However, there was this one time when I woke up in a botanical garden. It was early evening, the setting sun casting long, golden shadows around me. I was seated on a park bench, amidst a riot of colorful flowers and lush greenery. A gentle breeze was playing with my blonde curls, carrying the scent of earth and blooming roses. The tranquillity of the scene was almost meditative.
Despite not immediately recognizing the place, a quick check on my phone showed it to be within the city limits. Instead of rushing home, I decided to take my time exploring the garden, reveling in the unexpected treat. It was a refreshing change of pace from my usual, fast-paced life. Moments like these make the unpredictable nature of my work not just tolerable, but sometimes surprisingly rewarding.
Do people ever... you know... need to use the toilet when you're being rented?
That's a part of the reality not often talked about, isn't it? Yes, biological needs don't stop during a rental session. The human body, including mine, continues to function as usual - this includes needing to use the toilet.
However, I must assure you that the agency has regulations in place to ensure that renters deal with such situations appropriately. Before a rental session, every renter is thoroughly briefed about treating the body with respect and maintaining personal hygiene.
The first time I woke up in a restroom, I must admit it was a bit disconcerting. I was in a posh restaurant's restroom, staring at my reflection in a tastefully framed mirror. My body was dressed in an elegant black cocktail dress, my blonde hair swept into an intricate updo. My usually bare face had a dash of makeup - a subtle smoky eye and a soft pink lip color.
What startled me was not the environment, but the stark realisation of the intimacy that the rental process implied. In that moment I understood that my renters weren't just walking in my shoes; they were living in my skin. It brought a level of humility and vulnerability that took me a while to get used to.
Over time, however, I've come to terms with it. It's a part of the job, as mundane as it might sound. And it underscores the fact that even when dressed up for an elegant evening out, the human body has its fundamental needs that don't pause for anyone, renter or otherwise. It's a humbling reminder of our shared biology, stripping away the glamour and bringing us down to the basics of existence.
Wait, you woke up in a restroom? Why did they take your body somewhere else before dismounting? Did something go wrong?
It's an interesting question, and to be honest, each rental experience can be quite unique, including where I regain consciousness.
In the case of the restroom scenario, nothing actually went wrong. Renters are advised to ensure I'm in a safe and private location before the rental period ends. In this particular case, I suspect the renter wanted to ensure privacy at the moment of dismounting, which is why they chose a restroom – I suppose they didn’t want to waste their rental minutes walking back through the city.
When I regained consciousness, I was in the ladies' room. Despite the initial disorientation, the transition was smooth. I was safe, and as per the regulations, my dignity and privacy were maintained.
In such circumstances, it's vital to maintain composure and confidence, which is something I've learned with experience. While it can feel strange to navigate these post-rental situations, it's also a fascinating exploration of human behavior and norms. It's like jumping into the middle of a movie and trying to figure out the plot. And in a strange way, that's part of the appeal for me. It keeps life interesting.
What happens to the renter's bodies while they control yours?
While the renters are controlling my body, their own bodies are in a state of neural stasis, almost akin to being in a deep sleep or a coma. The Neuralink technology takes over the function of their neural signals, effectively allowing their consciousness to be projected into my body. However, their bodies do require care during this time, which is where the agency comes in.
The agency has a specialized facility where renters' bodies are looked after during the rental period. They're kept in a safe, controlled environment, with continuous monitoring of vital signs to ensure their physical well-being. Medical professionals are always on standby to intervene if any health concerns arise.
I once had the chance to visit this facility. It was a rather surreal experience, seeing rows of bodies lying still, as if in a peaceful sleep. The room was bathed in a soft, soothing light, the air regulated to maintain an optimal temperature. The silence was punctuated by the occasional beep of a heart monitor, lending a rhythmic undertone to the tranquility.
It felt oddly serene, each body representing a person exploring the world in a different form. I remember standing there, thinking about the paradox of the situation - the quiet, unmoving bodies and the vibrant, active minds experiencing life through rented bodies.
This level of care gives me peace of mind, knowing that my renters are taken care of while they're renting my body. It also underscores the mutual trust inherent in this process - while they trust me with their consciousness, I trust them with my body, all the while knowing that we both are in safe hands.
I couldn't imagine doing that work. What if someone made you do something illegal! Or creepy!
While there are thorough safeguards in place to prevent misuse of the rental service, there was one instance that gave me quite a bit of a scare. It's an interesting story about a renter who got too attached to the rental experience and crossed some boundaries.
This individual, let's call him John, had rented my body a few times, and initially, everything seemed fine. However, over time, his behavior started to become problematic. He began requesting my body more frequently, and started leaving me in places that were meaningful to him - his favorite coffee shop, the park where he used to play as a child, and once even outside his apartment.
It was disorienting and unnerving to say the least. Waking up outside John's apartment was particularly alarming. It was late at night, and the street was bathed in the harsh, white glow of the streetlights. I was dressed in casual jeans and a t-shirt, my hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. The quiet, residential area felt foreign and eerily silent, the only sound being the occasional rustling of leaves in the breeze.
I started receiving messages from John too, filled with sentiments that were too intimate, too personal. It was as if he was confusing me with someone he knew closely or someone he wished to be close with. The messages made me uncomfortable, their tone straying from friendly to obsessive.
Then he began sending me photographs - selfies he had taken while renting my body. In each of these images, my body was in various scenarios, some casual, others more intimate.
One of the first pictures was of 'me' at his favorite coffee shop, sipping on a caramel latte. The backdrop was familiar to me - the vintage posters on the wall, the warm, wooden interior of the café. My body was casually dressed, a cozy sweater hugging my petite frame, my blonde hair tumbling over my shoulders. It was as if he had taken me on a casual, coffee date.
At first, I found it a bit amusing, even endearing. Here was a man so taken by the experience of renting my body that he wanted to share his moments with me. It was a new angle to the renting experience that I hadn't considered before - the renter wanting to connect on a more personal level.
As more photographs followed, the tone of them started to change. There was one where 'I' was standing on the edge of a rooftop, the city lights glittering in the background. My body, clad in a fitting leather jacket and ripped jeans, seemed to emanate an air of recklessness that was not me. It was unnerving, a stark contrast to the earlier, cozy coffee shop picture.
Some photos of my feet came next, which was kind of odd, and then my own face making a kissy face at the camera. Ugh. Then came the intimate ones - a picture of 'me' lounging on a bed, dressed in a silk nightgown, a soft smile playing on 'my' lips. The familiarity of the scenario, coupled with the knowledge that it wasn't truly me, left me with an uncomfortable feeling, a breach of privacy that was hard to ignore.
That's when it dawned on me that this was more than just a renter enjoying his experiences - it was veering into an obsessive territory. I could see John blurring the lines between the rented experience and real connection, transforming the relationship into something it was not supposed to be.
Things took a turn for the more disturbing when I received a video from John.
I remember when the notification popped up on my phone, it was late at night, and I was just wrapping up some study session. Intrigued and admittedly a little apprehensive, I clicked on the message.
The video was a selfie, but not just any selfie – it was John, renting my body, talking directly into the camera. He’s dressed me in a guy’s business shirt, boxers, and nothing else. The shirt was unbuttoned, and you could see my bare breasts underneath, pretty much totally exposed.
He was sat *outside* on a park bench, legs spread, leaning back with a smirk. He winked at the camera, a mischievous glint in his eyes, before launching into a monologue. The topics were all over the place - he shared his thoughts on books he liked, mused about our supposed 'connection', even hinted at plans he had for future rentals. His gestures were expressive, my hands moving animatedly as he spoke, the sunlight bouncing off the silver watch wrapped around his wrist. The watch was his, I’d never seen it before.
Throughout the video, he wore a knowing smile that was a clear departure from my typical expressions. It was chillingly intimate, uncomfortably personal. Here was a man who seemed to be under the delusion that he was developing a personal, almost romantic relationship with me, despite the starkly impersonal nature of our interaction.
Watching that video, it became clear to me that I needed to act. His delusions, his growing obsession was not just disturbing but potentially dangerous. It was then that I decided to report him to the agency. Despite the uncomfortable circumstances, I take solace in knowing that the system worked as it should, ensuring safety and enforcing boundaries when necessary. It served as a stark reminder of the potential risks and oddities I might face in my unique line of work.
Do renters take care of you? Like, do they eat properly? Exercise?
While renters are usually respectful, it's important to remember that for them, renting a body is often seen as a kind of vacation or escape from their own lives. As such, they might not stick to the same kind of diet and exercise routines I typically do.
There have been times when I've woken up to the remnants of a food binge - empty pizza boxes, chocolate wrappers, ice cream tubs - the works. It's amusing in a way, a clear indication of the renter letting loose and enjoying their 'time off'. I've found myself in the middle of a carnival, the sweet scent of cotton candy lingering on my tongue, or sometimes at an upscale restaurant, the remnants of a steak dinner still on the plate.
Exercise, unfortunately, doesn't seem to be a priority for most renters. Understandably, hitting the gym or going for a run might not be their idea of a fun time while renting someone else's body. As a result, I have to put in the extra work to maintain my fitness and health.
It's an interesting trade-off - I get to pay for medical school, and they get to take a break from their own lives, diets, and routines. It does add an extra layer of challenge to my life, but it's one I've grown accustomed to. I've learned to appreciate the workout sessions, the way my muscles ache after a good run or the soothing burn of a yoga routine. It's a part of my life that's wholly mine, a piece of routine and normalcy amidst the chaotic nature of my job.
At the end of the day, it's about understanding and accepting that my body is shared space. I do my best to provide a fit, healthy body for my renters to use, and in return, they give me the means to chase my dreams.
Hey meatsuitAMA, ever woke up with a badass tattoo that you didn't remember getting?
Ha! Luckily, no! The agency's pretty strict about that stuff - no permanent changes to the body, and that includes tattoos. Although, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious about what kind of ink a renter might choose.
Do you ever feel like you're missing out on your own life?
Damn, you're getting deep on me, aren't ya? It's a trip, no doubt. I mean, one minute I'm me, next I'm catching up on the shenanigans some renter got up to. But hey, at least I'm missing out on my life for a good cause, right? And who knows, maybe one day I'll wake up with a Nobel Prize because some renter used my body to solve quantum physics or something!
So, what if a renter decides to go skydiving or bungee jumping?
Well, they're supposed to stick to a set of ground rules, and extreme sports is a big no-no. But honestly? If someone secretly went skydiving with my body, I'd be pissed I missed out on the thrill! But for real, don't do that, future renters. I don't want my heart giving out at 22.
Are you ever scared of not getting your body back?
Haha, you know how to keep a girl up at night. But no, the tech's solid, and I trust the agency. But you bet your ass I've had some nightmares about that. If my body goes on a world tour without me, I better at least get a postcard.
Do your friends or family know about your job?
Well, mom knows, and she wasn't thrilled, let me tell ya. Tried to get me to consider waitressing or something. But my pals think it's pretty cool. And it's one hell of an ice breaker at parties. Imagine - "Hey, I'm meatsuitAMA, I rent out my body for a living. Pass the chips?"
What happens if the renter gets drunk or high?
Don't get me started. I basically wake up in whatever condition they leave me in. This one time, I woke up on a bed made of candy wrappers and empty bottles. My head is pounding, and I'm pretty sure I can still taste tequila. The renter had a full-on party, got sloshed, and binged on candy.
It wasn’t my best wake-up call, I’ll tell ya that much. Had to down a gallon of water and pop a few aspirins just to stop the world from spinning. And I was finding candy wrappers in my clothes for days after!
Have you ever been rented by someone famous?
Okay, I can’t reveal names ‘cause privacy and all that jazz, but holy crap, yes! And it was wild! Woke up in this swanky hotel suite, there's room service on the table, and I'm wearing designer gear head to toe. Even found a selfie with a major celeb on my phone. They were on a secret vacation or something. Crazy, right?
What about romantic stuff? Ever wake up with a partner next to you?
Sure, it's happened. I woke up once cuddling another sleeping lady, and I was wearing this cute red dress pulled up around my waist. There were rose petals everywhere, and I mean EVERYWHERE. Took me hours to clean up. Turns out the renter had a long-distance relationship, wanted to surprise their partner. Sweet, but talk about awkward for me!
Have you ever woken up eating something really weird?
Haha, well, get ready for this. Once, I woke up in a chilli eating competition. I kid you not, I was in the middle of chewing this nuclear-level hot chilli. My eyes were watering, my throat was burning, and I was sweating like I just ran a marathon. My lips were stained a bright red from the chilli, and I could feel the heat radiating off my tongue, my entire mouth felt like it was on fire.
I was wearing this ridiculous chilli-shaped hat and a bib with "Chilli Queen" printed on it. It took every ounce of my control not to spit out the chilli right then and there. With tears streaming down my face, I somehow managed to swallow the damn thing, then proceeded to drink about a gallon of milk straight from the jug.
Let's just say, the after-effects were...not pleasant. And that's the last time I ever want to be part of a chilli eating competition!
Do people ever rent you for physical labor or things like that?
It happens sometimes. I hadn’t thought it would ahead of time – who would want *my* body to do manual labour, I can lift like, two bricks on a good day. But it turns out there’s so few bodies available at any given time, sometimes there are shortages, and they just want more hands on site.
Once I woke up in a construction site wearing those baggy, heavy duty work clothes, you know the kind, and a hard hat. There were smudges of dirt on my hands and face, and my muscles ached like I'd been lifting weights all day. The work gloves were still on my hands, and I could feel the rough material chafing against my skin. The boots were a bit too large for my feet, and I had to be careful not to trip over anything.
Apparently, the renter was a contractor from the other side of the country. The agency assures me that they ensure safety measures for such rentals, but I still found it a bit weird. But hey, I guess it’s a way for people to get their work done :/.
What are the most common reasons people rent your body?
Good question! It's a mixed bag, honestly. Sometimes it's for the experience of being a petite woman, which is kinda weird but hey, to each their own. Other times they want to use me like a canvas. I woke up once in a room filled with wigs and makeup. I was wearing this professional grade makeup, you know, the kind you see on models during fashion week.
I’m talking glittery eye shadow that matched the exact color of my eyes, perfectly applied red lipstick that made my lips look fuller, and a rosy blush that gave my cheeks a healthy glow. The fake eyelashes were a bit annoying though. Every blink felt heavy, and my eyes were watering a bit from the glue.
I later found out that the renter was a makeup artist. They had used my face as a canvas to practice new makeup techniques. I gotta say, it felt pretty cool walking around looking like I stepped straight out of a beauty magazine.
Other people might rent me to explore the city, like for travel and tourism things. Sometimes I'm rented for people to go to meetings or hangouts long distance. Occasionally it seems to be just a sex thing -- girls (or even guys, idk) renting me to have fun on the town -- which I'm less keen on, but as long as they take it easy.
I let people rent my meatsuit (and I can’t remember it) AMA
Hi there! I'm a 23-year-old woman, renting out my body to pay for medical school. I work with an agency that uses neuralink implants to let my renters see through my eyes, control my actions, and essentially live in my skin while I'm unconscious. Once their session is over, I wake up without any recollection of what they've done. It's like I was asleep or in a coma, but meanwhile my body was up and about doing things. The industry calls us 'bodies for rent' or 'meatsuits', though some of us prefer to be known as 'surrogates'.
It sounds scary, but it's completely safe, regulated, and - dare I say it - kinda fun. Let's get into all the gritty realities of the renting industry. Ask me anything!
How does it feel when you wake up after being 'rented'? Any physical fatigue?
Great question! It's a bit like waking up from a deep sleep. There's a period of disorientation, but that clears up quickly. As for physical fatigue, it depends on what my body has been doing. If my renter had been doing strenuous activities, then yes, I might feel a little worn out.
Aren't you afraid that someone might misuse your body?
That's a common concern, but the industry has safeguards in place. Renters sign contracts agreeing not to harm the body or engage in illegal activities. Plus, there's constant monitoring by a neutral third party during the rental period. If anything suspicious happens, they can shut down the session.
How much can you make in this business?
It varies depending on factors like the duration of the session, what the renter plans to do, and even the desirability of the surrogate. I make a comfortable amount, enough to pay my medical school tuition and living expenses.
Can you sense anything while being rented? Any kind of dreams?
Not at all. It's like being in a very deep sleep, without dreams. I wake up completely blank, with no memory or sensation from the rental period.
Do people ever have sex or masturbate when they rent you?
Yes, of course, it’s part of the job. I basically expect more often than not to have the renter touch me. It’s not as bad as it sounds – it’s basically my hand doing it, after all. Sometimes I feel a little sore after – especially when I’m rented by guys, who tend to be a bit less gentle with my body – but nothing serious.
Do your friends and family know about this? How do they feel?
Yes, they know, and it took some time for them to understand. They were concerned at first, but they've seen how regulated and safe it is, and how it's helping me achieve my dream of becoming a doctor. So, they're supportive now!
How did you get into this business?
I stumbled upon an advertisement and was intrigued. I did my research, understood the risks and benefits, and decided it was a viable way to finance my medical studies. And here I am!
Any advice for someone considering becoming a surrogate?
Do your homework. Understand the pros and cons. Consider the physical and mental aspects - remember, your body might be doing things you're not used to. Also, ensure you're working with a reputable company. There are sketchy operators out there.
What was your most memorable experience after waking up from a rental period?
There was this one time when I woke up in a beautiful dress, covered in glitter and glam, standing in the middle of what seemed to be a high-end fashion event. The smooth silk of the dress hugged my body, contrasting starkly against the cold, air-conditioned atmosphere of the venue. The dress was a stunning shade of midnight blue, matching the color of my eyes, and it was sprinkled with silver glitters, twinkling as they caught the spotlights. High heels elongated my petite frame, although they made my feet ache a bit. People were clapping and cheering, and I had this feeling of exhilaration that lingered even after the confusion had passed.
The aroma of rich perfume and champagne wafted through the air, and my lips tasted faintly of a delicate canapé. My hands were a little shaky from the adrenaline, and I felt the cool touch of a glass of bubbly in my right hand. I could tell by the appreciative eyes and stunned silence that my renter had just pulled off a fantastic runway walk.
I felt strangely empowered, stepping out of my usual comfort zone of t-shirts, jeans, and tennis shoes, into this glamorous world of fashion, something I'd never dare to do on my own. The moment felt almost surreal, like a scene straight out of a movie. I loved the feeling of confidence, of owning the room. Even though it wasn't me who had strutted down the catwalk, a small part of that boldness lingered, reminding me of my own potential.
Have you ever felt violated or uneasy after a rental session?
Yes, there have been moments of discomfort. One time, I woke up in a very crowded place, in the middle of a music festival. I’m a bit of an introvert, so waking up in such a noisy, chaotic environment was quite jarring. My body was adorned in a loose crop top, denim shorts, and a floral headband – typical festival attire, but it felt strange since I usually prefer more conservative clothing. My hair, normally tied up in a neat bun, was let loose and felt messy with dried sweat and probably some beer someone had spilled.
I could still feel the throb of the loud music in my ears, the vibrations settling into my body, like a low hum beneath my skin. My feet ached from dancing, my throat was parched, and there was a residual taste of beer and cheap festival food on my tongue. My hands were stained with neon paint, evidence of the craziness of the night. The faint smell of sweat, alcohol, and smoke clung to my skin, making me feel a bit dirty.
I remember feeling lost and out of place among the sea of enthusiastic festival-goers. Although the monitors had ended the rental as soon as I started to regain consciousness, the sudden shift from unconscious tranquility to overwhelming sensory stimulation was a shock. I felt a twinge of unease, realizing how vulnerable I was during these rentals, but it also reminded me of the importance of trust in this profession.
Have you ever considered renting out your body for more extended periods, like a week or a month?
I've given it some thought, but there are practical and emotional challenges to consider. Physically, the neuralink is designed for shorter periods – up to 24 hours. So, waking up in the same clothes I wore a day ago is common, sometimes with minor changes like a different pair of shoes or an added accessory. My body, toned from regular exercise and yoga, would handle the physical strain quite well, but there is a limit to how long the technology can keep my consciousness suppressed. The device needs to be recharged, and my body needs rest and rejuvenation.
Emotionally, there's a strange intimacy in sharing my body for such extended periods. Every time I wake up after a rental, it's as though a veil is lifted from my eyes. There's a brief moment of disorientation, like a foggy morning, where I'm not quite sure where I am or what has happened. My fingers would glide over the fabric of my clothes, tracing the alien feel of a shirt or a dress that I didn’t remember putting on. There's a rush of sensations, the leftover smells of where my renter has been, the lingering tastes on my tongue, and the physical echoes of their activities.
Imagine that feeling extended for a week or a month. Imagine the shift in my daily routines, my eating habits, and my social interactions. My body would live a life that my mind wasn't a part of. As it stands, the rental periods are already a leap of faith, a testament to my trust in the technology, the system, and the people who rent me. Prolonging the rental period only escalates the implications.
However, the notion isn't without its appeal. I could potentially earn more, and it might provide a unique opportunity for me to experience different lives. But for now, the constraints outweigh the benefits. I've chosen to prioritize my sense of self, my personal boundaries, and the preservation of my own life experiences.
Do you have any plans for after medical school? Will you continue to be a surrogate?
Once I'm done with medical school, I plan to specialize in neurology. Being a surrogate has given me an intriguing perspective on how our brain functions and how advanced technology like neuralink can integrate with it. I'm eager to dive deeper, to understand the complex mysteries of our brains. My body, though petite and young, has become a fascinating landscape for my academic curiosity. Each pulse in my veins, every breath I take, has become a testament to the marvels of human biology and technology intertwined.
As for continuing as a surrogate, it's unlikely. Once I start my practice, my focus will be on my patients. I won’t have the time, or the emotional bandwidth, to lend my body to others. Plus, there's a certain comfort in the idea of regaining exclusive ownership of my body. To wake up in my bed, in my clothes, knowing that whatever memories I have from the previous day are my own, sounds incredibly comforting after a few years of sharing it with people.
There's a strange satisfaction in being a surrogate. It's not just about the money, although that's a significant factor. It's about providing a service, allowing people to experience life from a different perspective. There's a sense of pride, of fulfillment, in knowing that my body can help fulfill someone else's dream or desire, even if I don't remember any of it. So, while I look forward to focusing on my medical career, I'll always cherish the experiences and insights I've gained as a surrogate.
Ever stumbled upon photos or videos of yourself from a rental session you don't remember?
Yes, it's happened on more than one occasion. There's something strangely unnerving about seeing photos or videos of yourself in action, knowing that you don’t remember a single moment of it.
The first time this happened, I was scrolling through social media when I found a picture of myself at a charity marathon. My usually fair complexion was flushed with exertion, sweat glinting on my forehead, my blonde hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, strands sticking to my moist skin. The tight runner’s outfit clung to my petite frame, accentuating my toned muscles, highlighting my runner's posture. In the photo, I was crossing the finish line, arms in the air, a picture of triumph and satisfaction.
Seeing myself there, the exuberance on my face, the sheer exhilaration in my wide, bright eyes was surreal. It felt like looking at a doppelganger or a twin, someone who shared my body, my face, but lived experiences that I didn’t remember. It was as if this 'other me' had successfully completed a marathon, something I'd never done. It was a bizarre mixture of pride and confusion, seeing a triumphant moment that I had no recollection of.
There were a few other times that it happened – one in particular was pretty creepy – but there’s no rule against it right now, so, you know.
Have you ever confronted a renter about the things they've done while renting your body?
I’ve never directly confronted a renter, but there have been times when I've requested the agency to talk to them. Once, I found a video of myself eating a tarantula at a food festival. My stomach churned as I watched 'me' in the video, sporting a wide grin, taking a big bite of the deep-fried spider, savoring the crunch with evident delight.
I remembered feeling a bizarre disconnect as I watched my own fingers delicately holding the spider, the crunch echoing in my ears as I bit down, the sound so vivid, it felt real. My heart pounded as my face on the screen twisted into an expression of joy and satisfaction, my blue eyes twinkling with daring and adventure. The image haunted me, even when I had closed my eyes, the back of my eyelids mirroring the ghastly sight. The discomfort was so intense that I had to reach out to the agency, reminding them of my arachnophobia and the importance of renters respecting the surrogate's personal boundaries.
The process was quite straightforward, actually. The agency assured me they would remind the renter of the rules. The interesting (and perhaps, unnerving) part of this whole situation was the realization of how much control I had surrendered. While I was tucked safely away in the realm of unconsciousness, my body was out there, in the world, engaging in activities I’d never imagine doing in a conscious state. It brought up a mix of feelings – a tad of unease, a hint of exhilaration, and an odd sense of curiosity about what my body is capable of when untethered from my conscious mind.
It was unsettling to find a video of myself doing something that was so contradictory to my personality. Yet, it was also an opportunity for me to face my fear, albeit in a roundabout way. It didn't cure my arachnophobia, but it did make me question how much of our fears are mental barriers. It was like staring at a reflection of what I could potentially be, unbound by personal fears or biases. And in a twisted way, it was liberating.
Although I don’t wish for a repeat of such experiences, these instances have pushed me to reflect on myself and consider my perceptions. They've nudged me out of my comfort zone and made me realize the extraordinary adaptability of the human mind and body. And for that, I am oddly grateful.
Have you ever found provocative photos of yourself from a rental session? How did you react?
Yes, I have. One incident that particularly stands out was when I stumbled upon a series of photos of me dressed as a 'catgirl' at what seemed to be a cosplay event.
In these images, I was dressed in a black, form-fitting bodysuit that hugged my petite figure, accentuating my curves. Ears pointed upwards were attached to a headband on my blonde hair, which was styled into playful, loose curls. A long, fluffy tail was clipped onto the back of the bodysuit, and a mischievous smirk played on my face. My eyes were highlighted with dramatic, catlike makeup, and I had a delicate, diamond-shaped nose and whiskers painted on. Completing the look were long, black gloves and boots, adding a certain allure to the whole ensemble.
Seeing myself in this provocative outfit was an unnerving experience. I've always been more of a modest dresser, preferring comfort and functionality over fashion or trends. My heart pounded in my chest as I looked at the photos. My cheeks, usually fair, turned a deep shade of red, my body reacting to the shock and embarrassment even though my mind was still trying to process what it was seeing.
Despite the initial shock, I had to admire the artistry involved. The attention to detail in the costume and makeup was impeccable. My body looked confident, empowered, even seductive - a stark contrast to my usual demeanor. There was an undeniable beauty in the images that I couldn't ignore, a transformation so complete that it was hard to believe it was me.
Although this incident did make me feel uncomfortable, it also forced me to confront my own perceptions of my body and my sexuality. It showed me a version of myself that I had never considered before, pushing me to reassess my boundaries and my comfort zones.
These photos served as a reminder of how diverse and varied human experiences can be, and how our bodies can be a canvas for different forms of expression. It wasn't an easy experience, but it was a learning opportunity for me. Since then, I've become more open-minded, learning to embrace the unexpected and finding beauty in all forms of self-expression.
What's the most bizarre situation you've found yourself in after a rental session?
One of the most bizarre situations I've woken up to was when I found myself at a beach party, covered in chocolate, and wearing a bikini.
The moment my consciousness resurfaced, I was greeted by the smell of salt and sunscreen, underscored by the sweet scent of melted chocolate. My skin felt sticky, and as I glanced down, I saw my petite body donned in a vibrant red bikini, smothered with chocolate sauce. The droplets were scattered like modern art across the soft, fair skin of my abdomen, my arms, and even my legs. The sunlight glinted off the slick coating, giving me an oddly shiny appearance.
Around me, people were laughing and cheering, music blaring from nearby speakers. The party seemed to be in full swing, the beach lined with young people engaged in various activities - some were playing beach volleyball, others were tanning, sipping cocktails, or dancing to the lively music. A makeshift stage had been set up nearby, and it seemed like I had just participated in a chocolate-themed competition.
The sandy grit beneath my feet, the comforting warmth of the sun on my chocolate-covered skin, the riotous noise of the party, all contributed to a sensory overload. But amidst the chaos, there was also an underlying feeling of exhilaration and freedom, a giddy aftertaste of what seemed to have been a wild and enjoyable event.
Despite the initial shock, a part of me couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. There was something incredibly surreal and yet comically charming about it. Extracting myself from the party, I made my way towards the sea, intending to wash off the chocolate and to reclaim a sense of normalcy. As the cool waves lapped against my legs, I remember feeling a renewed sense of appreciation for my unusual job. While it occasionally landed me in sticky situations (quite literally in this case), it also made for some truly unforgettable experiences.
Have you ever found photos taken by a renter afterwards, anything embarrassing?
Oh, you have no idea. There was this one time when I woke up to find a series of pictures on my phone that left me both amused and perplexed.
The first photo showed me in a bright yellow chicken costume. My usually petite and slender figure was enveloped in a fluffy, oversized suit, complete with a red plume on top. My face, usually serene or focused, was contorted into a comical squawk, my mouth wide open, my eyes squeezed shut in exaggerated expression.
Next, I found a picture of myself wearing a pair of oversized glasses, their frames so large they covered half my face, my blue eyes appearing comically magnified. A fluorescent green wig was placed haphazardly on my head, strands of synthetic hair falling over my forehead. My lips were stretched into a goofy grin, my cheeks dimpled with laughter.
The photo parade continued with me donning an array of humorous costumes – a pirate with a plastic hook, a faux fur-lined onesie of a unicorn, a clown with a red nose and oversized shoes. In each photo, I was making different faces - there was a mock-scared expression, a wide-eyed surprise, a faux-angry scowl, and many more.
A couple got a little bit more lewd. There were a few, um, revealing selfies in the mix – one where they’d stuck my tongue out and rolled my eyes back in a pretty stupid looking way. And one really embarrassing one where they were basically naked and cupping my boobs for the camera. I did have a word with the agency after that one – the renters aren’t meant to do that.
Does your body ever feel different when you return to it? Like, sore, worn out, used differently?
Absolutely, my body often feels different when I return to it after a rental session. It’s almost like getting reacquainted with a familiar yet slightly altered space.
One instance that particularly stands out was after a renter who was evidently a dance enthusiast had used my body. I woke up in a dance studio, my reflection mirrored in the wall-length mirror. My petite frame was dressed in a flowing, practice skirt and a snug-fitting top. My blonde hair, usually worn down, was pulled up into a tight, professional bun.
When I moved, I felt a certain soreness in my muscles that I wasn’t used to. It was clear that my body had been stretching and moving in ways that were unfamiliar. My calves throbbed slightly, hinting at an intense session of pointe work. My shoulders and back felt looser, likely the result of expressive modern dance movements.
Despite the soreness, there was also an underlying sense of satisfaction. I could tell that my body had been put through a substantial, yet enjoyable workout. As I moved, I could feel a fluidity in my motions, a rhythm that seemed to resonate in my muscles. It was as if my body had picked up a faint echo of the dance, a lingering melody imprinted in the way I moved.
In these moments, my body sometimes feels like an instrument that has been played beautifully and then set aside. There’s a feeling of having been ‘used’ – not in a negative sense, but in the way that a well-loved book is used, its pages turned carefully, its spine bearing the imprints of a reader's hands. There’s a sense of having been part of someone else’s story, even if just for a while.
So wait, you wake up in random positions after each session? What happens if you don't know how to get home after, haha
Haha, yes, I do wake up in different places following a rental session, but it's not as chaotic as it sounds.
Renters are required to ensure I'm in a safe environment before the rental period ends. This rule is strictly enforced by the agency, ensuring that I don't wake up in dangerous or compromising situations. The location can be anywhere - a park, a café, a shopping mall, even a dance studio, as I mentioned in an earlier response. But whatever the location, safety is paramount.
As for getting back home, that's rarely been a problem. My phone is always with me, and it has all the necessary apps and information for navigation. Plus, we live in an era where rideshares are just a few taps away.
However, there was this one time when I woke up in a botanical garden. It was early evening, the setting sun casting long, golden shadows around me. I was seated on a park bench, amidst a riot of colorful flowers and lush greenery. A gentle breeze was playing with my blonde curls, carrying the scent of earth and blooming roses. The tranquillity of the scene was almost meditative.
Despite not immediately recognizing the place, a quick check on my phone showed it to be within the city limits. Instead of rushing home, I decided to take my time exploring the garden, reveling in the unexpected treat. It was a refreshing change of pace from my usual, fast-paced life. Moments like these make the unpredictable nature of my work not just tolerable, but sometimes surprisingly rewarding.
Do people ever... you know... need to use the toilet when you're being rented?
That's a part of the reality not often talked about, isn't it? Yes, biological needs don't stop during a rental session. The human body, including mine, continues to function as usual - this includes needing to use the toilet.
However, I must assure you that the agency has regulations in place to ensure that renters deal with such situations appropriately. Before a rental session, every renter is thoroughly briefed about treating the body with respect and maintaining personal hygiene.
The first time I woke up in a restroom, I must admit it was a bit disconcerting. I was in a posh restaurant's restroom, staring at my reflection in a tastefully framed mirror. My body was dressed in an elegant black cocktail dress, my blonde hair swept into an intricate updo. My usually bare face had a dash of makeup - a subtle smoky eye and a soft pink lip color.
What startled me was not the environment, but the stark realisation of the intimacy that the rental process implied. In that moment I understood that my renters weren't just walking in my shoes; they were living in my skin. It brought a level of humility and vulnerability that took me a while to get used to.
Over time, however, I've come to terms with it. It's a part of the job, as mundane as it might sound. And it underscores the fact that even when dressed up for an elegant evening out, the human body has its fundamental needs that don't pause for anyone, renter or otherwise. It's a humbling reminder of our shared biology, stripping away the glamour and bringing us down to the basics of existence.
Wait, you woke up in a restroom? Why did they take your body somewhere else before dismounting? Did something go wrong?
It's an interesting question, and to be honest, each rental experience can be quite unique, including where I regain consciousness.
In the case of the restroom scenario, nothing actually went wrong. Renters are advised to ensure I'm in a safe and private location before the rental period ends. In this particular case, I suspect the renter wanted to ensure privacy at the moment of dismounting, which is why they chose a restroom – I suppose they didn’t want to waste their rental minutes walking back through the city.
When I regained consciousness, I was in the ladies' room. Despite the initial disorientation, the transition was smooth. I was safe, and as per the regulations, my dignity and privacy were maintained.
In such circumstances, it's vital to maintain composure and confidence, which is something I've learned with experience. While it can feel strange to navigate these post-rental situations, it's also a fascinating exploration of human behavior and norms. It's like jumping into the middle of a movie and trying to figure out the plot. And in a strange way, that's part of the appeal for me. It keeps life interesting.
What happens to the renter's bodies while they control yours?
While the renters are controlling my body, their own bodies are in a state of neural stasis, almost akin to being in a deep sleep or a coma. The Neuralink technology takes over the function of their neural signals, effectively allowing their consciousness to be projected into my body. However, their bodies do require care during this time, which is where the agency comes in.
The agency has a specialized facility where renters' bodies are looked after during the rental period. They're kept in a safe, controlled environment, with continuous monitoring of vital signs to ensure their physical well-being. Medical professionals are always on standby to intervene if any health concerns arise.
I once had the chance to visit this facility. It was a rather surreal experience, seeing rows of bodies lying still, as if in a peaceful sleep. The room was bathed in a soft, soothing light, the air regulated to maintain an optimal temperature. The silence was punctuated by the occasional beep of a heart monitor, lending a rhythmic undertone to the tranquility.
It felt oddly serene, each body representing a person exploring the world in a different form. I remember standing there, thinking about the paradox of the situation - the quiet, unmoving bodies and the vibrant, active minds experiencing life through rented bodies.
This level of care gives me peace of mind, knowing that my renters are taken care of while they're renting my body. It also underscores the mutual trust inherent in this process - while they trust me with their consciousness, I trust them with my body, all the while knowing that we both are in safe hands.
I couldn't imagine doing that work. What if someone made you do something illegal! Or creepy!
While there are thorough safeguards in place to prevent misuse of the rental service, there was one instance that gave me quite a bit of a scare. It's an interesting story about a renter who got too attached to the rental experience and crossed some boundaries.
This individual, let's call him John, had rented my body a few times, and initially, everything seemed fine. However, over time, his behavior started to become problematic. He began requesting my body more frequently, and started leaving me in places that were meaningful to him - his favorite coffee shop, the park where he used to play as a child, and once even outside his apartment.
It was disorienting and unnerving to say the least. Waking up outside John's apartment was particularly alarming. It was late at night, and the street was bathed in the harsh, white glow of the streetlights. I was dressed in casual jeans and a t-shirt, my hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. The quiet, residential area felt foreign and eerily silent, the only sound being the occasional rustling of leaves in the breeze.
I started receiving messages from John too, filled with sentiments that were too intimate, too personal. It was as if he was confusing me with someone he knew closely or someone he wished to be close with. The messages made me uncomfortable, their tone straying from friendly to obsessive.
Then he began sending me photographs - selfies he had taken while renting my body. In each of these images, my body was in various scenarios, some casual, others more intimate.
One of the first pictures was of 'me' at his favorite coffee shop, sipping on a caramel latte. The backdrop was familiar to me - the vintage posters on the wall, the warm, wooden interior of the café. My body was casually dressed, a cozy sweater hugging my petite frame, my blonde hair tumbling over my shoulders. It was as if he had taken me on a casual, coffee date.
At first, I found it a bit amusing, even endearing. Here was a man so taken by the experience of renting my body that he wanted to share his moments with me. It was a new angle to the renting experience that I hadn't considered before - the renter wanting to connect on a more personal level.
As more photographs followed, the tone of them started to change. There was one where 'I' was standing on the edge of a rooftop, the city lights glittering in the background. My body, clad in a fitting leather jacket and ripped jeans, seemed to emanate an air of recklessness that was not me. It was unnerving, a stark contrast to the earlier, cozy coffee shop picture.
Some photos of my feet came next, which was kind of odd, and then my own face making a kissy face at the camera. Ugh. Then came the intimate ones - a picture of 'me' lounging on a bed, dressed in a silk nightgown, a soft smile playing on 'my' lips. The familiarity of the scenario, coupled with the knowledge that it wasn't truly me, left me with an uncomfortable feeling, a breach of privacy that was hard to ignore.
That's when it dawned on me that this was more than just a renter enjoying his experiences - it was veering into an obsessive territory. I could see John blurring the lines between the rented experience and real connection, transforming the relationship into something it was not supposed to be.
Things took a turn for the more disturbing when I received a video from John.
I remember when the notification popped up on my phone, it was late at night, and I was just wrapping up some study session. Intrigued and admittedly a little apprehensive, I clicked on the message.
The video was a selfie, but not just any selfie – it was John, renting my body, talking directly into the camera. He’s dressed me in a guy’s business shirt, boxers, and nothing else. The shirt was unbuttoned, and you could see my bare breasts underneath, pretty much totally exposed.
He was sat *outside* on a park bench, legs spread, leaning back with a smirk. He winked at the camera, a mischievous glint in his eyes, before launching into a monologue. The topics were all over the place - he shared his thoughts on books he liked, mused about our supposed 'connection', even hinted at plans he had for future rentals. His gestures were expressive, my hands moving animatedly as he spoke, the sunlight bouncing off the silver watch wrapped around his wrist. The watch was his, I’d never seen it before.
Throughout the video, he wore a knowing smile that was a clear departure from my typical expressions. It was chillingly intimate, uncomfortably personal. Here was a man who seemed to be under the delusion that he was developing a personal, almost romantic relationship with me, despite the starkly impersonal nature of our interaction.
Watching that video, it became clear to me that I needed to act. His delusions, his growing obsession was not just disturbing but potentially dangerous. It was then that I decided to report him to the agency. Despite the uncomfortable circumstances, I take solace in knowing that the system worked as it should, ensuring safety and enforcing boundaries when necessary. It served as a stark reminder of the potential risks and oddities I might face in my unique line of work.
Do renters take care of you? Like, do they eat properly? Exercise?
While renters are usually respectful, it's important to remember that for them, renting a body is often seen as a kind of vacation or escape from their own lives. As such, they might not stick to the same kind of diet and exercise routines I typically do.
There have been times when I've woken up to the remnants of a food binge - empty pizza boxes, chocolate wrappers, ice cream tubs - the works. It's amusing in a way, a clear indication of the renter letting loose and enjoying their 'time off'. I've found myself in the middle of a carnival, the sweet scent of cotton candy lingering on my tongue, or sometimes at an upscale restaurant, the remnants of a steak dinner still on the plate.
Exercise, unfortunately, doesn't seem to be a priority for most renters. Understandably, hitting the gym or going for a run might not be their idea of a fun time while renting someone else's body. As a result, I have to put in the extra work to maintain my fitness and health.
It's an interesting trade-off - I get to pay for medical school, and they get to take a break from their own lives, diets, and routines. It does add an extra layer of challenge to my life, but it's one I've grown accustomed to. I've learned to appreciate the workout sessions, the way my muscles ache after a good run or the soothing burn of a yoga routine. It's a part of my life that's wholly mine, a piece of routine and normalcy amidst the chaotic nature of my job.
At the end of the day, it's about understanding and accepting that my body is shared space. I do my best to provide a fit, healthy body for my renters to use, and in return, they give me the means to chase my dreams.
Hey meatsuitAMA, ever woke up with a badass tattoo that you didn't remember getting?
Ha! Luckily, no! The agency's pretty strict about that stuff - no permanent changes to the body, and that includes tattoos. Although, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious about what kind of ink a renter might choose.
Do you ever feel like you're missing out on your own life?
Damn, you're getting deep on me, aren't ya? It's a trip, no doubt. I mean, one minute I'm me, next I'm catching up on the shenanigans some renter got up to. But hey, at least I'm missing out on my life for a good cause, right? And who knows, maybe one day I'll wake up with a Nobel Prize because some renter used my body to solve quantum physics or something!
So, what if a renter decides to go skydiving or bungee jumping?
Well, they're supposed to stick to a set of ground rules, and extreme sports is a big no-no. But honestly? If someone secretly went skydiving with my body, I'd be pissed I missed out on the thrill! But for real, don't do that, future renters. I don't want my heart giving out at 22.
Are you ever scared of not getting your body back?
Haha, you know how to keep a girl up at night. But no, the tech's solid, and I trust the agency. But you bet your ass I've had some nightmares about that. If my body goes on a world tour without me, I better at least get a postcard.
Do your friends or family know about your job?
Well, mom knows, and she wasn't thrilled, let me tell ya. Tried to get me to consider waitressing or something. But my pals think it's pretty cool. And it's one hell of an ice breaker at parties. Imagine - "Hey, I'm meatsuitAMA, I rent out my body for a living. Pass the chips?"
What happens if the renter gets drunk or high?
Don't get me started. I basically wake up in whatever condition they leave me in. This one time, I woke up on a bed made of candy wrappers and empty bottles. My head is pounding, and I'm pretty sure I can still taste tequila. The renter had a full-on party, got sloshed, and binged on candy.
It wasn’t my best wake-up call, I’ll tell ya that much. Had to down a gallon of water and pop a few aspirins just to stop the world from spinning. And I was finding candy wrappers in my clothes for days after!
Have you ever been rented by someone famous?
Okay, I can’t reveal names ‘cause privacy and all that jazz, but holy crap, yes! And it was wild! Woke up in this swanky hotel suite, there's room service on the table, and I'm wearing designer gear head to toe. Even found a selfie with a major celeb on my phone. They were on a secret vacation or something. Crazy, right?
What about romantic stuff? Ever wake up with a partner next to you?
Sure, it's happened. I woke up once cuddling another sleeping lady, and I was wearing this cute red dress pulled up around my waist. There were rose petals everywhere, and I mean EVERYWHERE. Took me hours to clean up. Turns out the renter had a long-distance relationship, wanted to surprise their partner. Sweet, but talk about awkward for me!
Have you ever woken up eating something really weird?
Haha, well, get ready for this. Once, I woke up in a chilli eating competition. I kid you not, I was in the middle of chewing this nuclear-level hot chilli. My eyes were watering, my throat was burning, and I was sweating like I just ran a marathon. My lips were stained a bright red from the chilli, and I could feel the heat radiating off my tongue, my entire mouth felt like it was on fire.
I was wearing this ridiculous chilli-shaped hat and a bib with "Chilli Queen" printed on it. It took every ounce of my control not to spit out the chilli right then and there. With tears streaming down my face, I somehow managed to swallow the damn thing, then proceeded to drink about a gallon of milk straight from the jug.
Let's just say, the after-effects were...not pleasant. And that's the last time I ever want to be part of a chilli eating competition!
Do people ever rent you for physical labor or things like that?
It happens sometimes. I hadn’t thought it would ahead of time – who would want *my* body to do manual labour, I can lift like, two bricks on a good day. But it turns out there’s so few bodies available at any given time, sometimes there are shortages, and they just want more hands on site.
Once I woke up in a construction site wearing those baggy, heavy duty work clothes, you know the kind, and a hard hat. There were smudges of dirt on my hands and face, and my muscles ached like I'd been lifting weights all day. The work gloves were still on my hands, and I could feel the rough material chafing against my skin. The boots were a bit too large for my feet, and I had to be careful not to trip over anything.
Apparently, the renter was a contractor from the other side of the country. The agency assures me that they ensure safety measures for such rentals, but I still found it a bit weird. But hey, I guess it’s a way for people to get their work done :/.
What are the most common reasons people rent your body?
Good question! It's a mixed bag, honestly. Sometimes it's for the experience of being a petite woman, which is kinda weird but hey, to each their own. Other times they want to use me like a canvas. I woke up once in a room filled with wigs and makeup. I was wearing this professional grade makeup, you know, the kind you see on models during fashion week.
I’m talking glittery eye shadow that matched the exact color of my eyes, perfectly applied red lipstick that made my lips look fuller, and a rosy blush that gave my cheeks a healthy glow. The fake eyelashes were a bit annoying though. Every blink felt heavy, and my eyes were watering a bit from the glue.
I later found out that the renter was a makeup artist. They had used my face as a canvas to practice new makeup techniques. I gotta say, it felt pretty cool walking around looking like I stepped straight out of a beauty magazine.
Other people might rent me to explore the city, like for travel and tourism things. Sometimes I'm rented for people to go to meetings or hangouts long distance. Occasionally it seems to be just a sex thing -- girls (or even guys, idk) renting me to have fun on the town -- which I'm less keen on, but as long as they take it easy.
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A posh adult woman get effected from a chemical expolison and melted to a slimy puddle. She has to find a host body to gain her body. She finds a 23 year old man to enter him. After she enters she realizes that she can transform the boy into her and control the body.The boy gets aware of everything while he is her but changes his consciousness to hers and gonna cause weird problems for boy.
Helen Johnson is a 50-year-old high society woman from a wealthy family. She had three marriages so far, and the marriages were short-lived. Her family has a large conglomerate of companies. However, her grandfather and father who founded the company are no longer alive. Helen, who does not like to deal with company affairs, has never used her authority in the company anyway. She continues her life with the money and property wealth left by his family. At the same time, she still owns some shares in the company and only receives an annual dividend equal to his share. Helen, who is not very successful in family and relationship affairs, has devoted herself to high society events in her community affairs and private life. Even if she has a wide circle, she has no real friendship with anyone. The tenacious and ostentatious society environment he was in made Helen an unfriendly person to his surroundings. Despite being 50 years old, she has maintained her physicality, has a large build, is tall, has brown hair and dark skin.
Helen has a secretary named Daphne who arranges her official paperwork and appointments for events. Daphne, who is married, has a 23-year-old son named Dennis. He graduated from university and started to work in a company as a white collar worker with the reference of his mother's boss Helen. Dennis is grateful to her for this reason. However, there is no close intimacy between them. After all, he's his mother's boss. However, even though Dennis tries to suppress it inside, she finds Ms. Johnson very sexually attractive...
Earlier, Helen had attended a special event and all eyes were on her. She left the place at night, and instead of leaving by car or taxi like she usually does, she walked home. When she was just a short distance from her house, a heavy vehicle full of chemicals passed by Helen. Just as the truck was passing by, the vehicle suddenly swelled and burst in a magnificent explosion and the chemicals inside erupted outward splattering everywhere including all over Helen. The force knocked Helen to the ground. After feeling a little dizzy, Helen tried to get up and just as she was about to get up, her body strangely turned into a slightly slippery liquid and began to spill onto the floor in threads of liquid.
Panicked, Helen exclaimed "WHAT's happening to me–!?" Her whole body melted and dripped away becoming a slimy… liquid puddle and fell to the ground rapidly. The puddle’s color resembled the color of her skin and the clothes that she wears as if they were mixed together. Helen was not dead however. She was quite conscious of her new form and predicament, and soon found that she could still SEE and MOVE as this “puddle.”
She thought to herself, "...What’s happened to me, this is so disgusting... what will happen to someone like me?" She attempted to move, and found she was able to move around. She tried her hardest to return to her normal form, but all that occurred was a ripple in her liquid form. She was stuck this way. Afterward, people and police from around the area took notice of the mangled truck and they rushed to the scene, taking no notice of Helen The Puddle. She tried to speak and shout at the people walking by, “Help me!” but they couldn’t hear her… Even more horribly, some even stepped on her slimy formation. "Oh, this is disgusting, I wish I never walked home." The crowd of people only grew, and since no one took notice of Helen… Helen drifted along the pavement towards her home thinking to herself, “Oh well… There is no help for me here.”
She entered the house by being dragged through the gap under the entrance door. She tried to reform again so she could use the door normally. However, she could only lift herself up a little in mass, but she still couldn’t regain her physical body. After a few forced attempts, she gave up feeling sorry for herself and slipped under the crack under the door, "Is this the end for me?" Helen, who is left with no-one among her 1st degree family members, is reluctant to ask for help from her own circle of friends. Afterall, none of her friends around her are true friends.
While gliding towards the living room, she spotted her TV remote on the ground under the couch. “Oh that’s where the remote was!” She paused for a moment, “I wonder if there is any news about what happened…” She slid under the couch and gripped the remote with her slimy wet tendrils and pulled it out from under the couch. She then proceeded to turn on the TV with the remote.
There was breaking news about the explosion directly on the television.
News headline: An explosion of a tanker carrying dangerous chemical goods caused great damage and loss of life. The personnel driving the tanker lost their lives. The neighbourhood is quarantined. The chemical substance that caused the explosion remains a mystery. However, according to the information received at the site of the accident, the atoms of the matter and living things contaminated by the chemical have been scattered.
After Helen watched the news, she remembered the physics-related subjects that she was very successful at in high school. She thinks, “I think my atoms were separated and my form was destabilized… Could I potentially merge with another living being? Can I MERGE my atoms with someone elses and get my own body back?”
“I can't think of anything else, but I need to try this urgently!!”
The first person that came to Helen's mind was Mrs. Daphne, who was her father's assistant. She had made up her mind to go inside Daphne. She knew what she was going to do would be very weird and awkward, and it wasn’t even guaranteed to be possible, but she also knew that she had no choice but to try.
Helen immediately left her house and crawled down towards Daphne's house. Interestingly, Helen was floating off the ground as an airborne liquid. She was aware of this, but she didn't pay much attention to it as her mind was set on getting her body back at that moment.
When Helen finally reached Daphne's house, she slipped under the door of the house and saw that Daphne and her husband were intensely arguing in the living room. Not wanting to intervene in this discussion, she was reluctant to get involved with Daphne. Thinking, “It would be weird for me slip inside her when her husband is with her…”, Helen's 23-year-old son Dennis came to mind for a moment and thought, "...Of course! If Dennis is in his room, I could try to go inside him, I hope he is asleep, it would be more comfortable for me to enter" then she glided up the stairs. She entered Dennis's room by gliding gracefully under the door and fortunately found Dennis asleep.
Helen was relieved about the situation, but now she thought about how to get into his body. She drifted slowly onto the bed and circulated over him as a slimy liquid puddle. Seeing that Dennis's mouth was open, she said "I wonder if… I can get in here", but she was also very disgusted and prepared herself by thinking "I can't believe I'm doing this" and slowly slid into Dennis's mouth and Helen’s slimy puddle spread throughout Dennis’s insides. Meanwhile, strange rumbling noises came out from Dennis's body and his whole body started to shake and wobble. Fortunately again… Dennis remained asleep, but the wobbling and shifting of his body brought pleasure to the sleeping Dennis. From Helen's point of view, everything was dark and she fell asleep while inside.
In the morning, Dennis woke up and smelled an unusual salivary liquid in his mouth that did not belong to him. It was an odd, heavy, sourish, yet sexy smell. Dennis did not understand what was happening, wiping the saliva with his hand, but at the same time he continued to smell it, curious about the odor. He felt unusually heavier… and when he stood up, it felt like something inside him slushed around . He didn’t mind however and went to the bathroom to get ready for work.
Helen began to wake up, and found she was looking through Dennis’ eyes, and felt every part of his body as if it was her own. Even Dennis's penis felt like it was her penis, "This is very strange," she thought. When Dennis went in front of the mirror, Helen saw herself as Dennis in front of the mirror. Helen wondered, "Have I become a man?" “Where would I get my own body? there must be another way”, she thought and strained herself.
Meanwhile, Dennis, who was unaware of Helen, felt weird and hazy, his body started to wobble and grumble as Helen began to move around inside of him. Although Dennis enjoyed this sensation, he was worried about what was happening and then the slimy liquid started to suddenly cover Dennis's body. The sexy saliva-like liquid continued to spread more over his entire body. Dennis became very afraid, but his body tensed up unable to do anything. The slimy saliva (liquid) covering Dennis’s body began shapeshifting Dennis’s form. Dennis felt their body expand, their ass and hips swelling, breasts forming, and Dennis’s dick and balls disappearing and inverting inward. He witnessed all the changes to his body in front of the mirror. Finally, the slime around Dennis changed the structure of his body, the slime fades and Dennis noticed that he has turned into Helen.
After this strange transformation, Dennis blinked his eyes, looked in the mirror, examined Helen's body and began to caress this body. He could feel the mature sexiness of Helens's body. Dennis spoke with Helen's voice, "So this is how I transform." “But what about Dennis? Did I kill him? Would it be weird if I went to Daphne like this? I need try to explain the incident to Dennis."
After Dennis talked by himself in Helen’s body, he took a pen and paper and wrote,
"Dear Dennis
I'm Helen. I am inside you right now, and I just transformed your body into my own body. You probably won't remember anything, so I want you to read this. My body melted from an explosion that passed next to me last night and I turned into a strange liquid. I came to your house when I had a theory that I could get my body back by merging with another person. SUCCESS! At first I was going to merge with your mother, but then I decided to flow inside you instead. We have to act together on this and you need to help me my dear. Please…"
When Dennis finished writing, he put the paper on his desk and said, "I have to transform into Dennis again... but how?" and forced himself again remembering the feeling he had before when he transformed into Helen. Helen's body deteriorated and liquefied again and became slimy and fluid. But just as it melted and fell to the ground, the liquid slime rises again and turned into the body of Dennis. He regained his body, and his dick returned. After Dennis had completely transformed back to normal, he said, "Yes, now it's time to read the note..." but then Dennis felt strange.
Dennis says, “what… what did I just do… Did I turn into Ms. Johnson???”
While Dennis was morphed as Helen, he thought that everything that he said was said by his own will. But now he did not understand why he was saying such things and writing what he wrote on the paper.
When Dennis realized this, he felt that there was a change to his face and he said, "What’s happening?” and touched his face with his fingers. When he looked in the mirror again, his face liquefied and turned into Helen's face.
Helen's face spoke, “I am inside of you Dennis”. I’m the one who said all the things you think you said. I wrote on the paper. I thought you were unconscious… but apparently you were not. You thought my speech, and my actions were your doing.”
Even though Dennis's face changed to Helen's, he could speak and see. But couldn’t move ‘their’ head. Shocked, he said, "Hel— …Ms. Johnson, I understand your situation, but you have no right to do this to me, this is my body."
Even though Dennis found being Helen sexually pleasurable, he also found it much too strange and shocking. Dennis exclaimed, "Please get out of me!"
Helen's face fell and said “I supported and helped you to get a good job so you owe me don’t you think?” But after a silent pause, she remarked, "Okay, I'll get out, but you have to help find me another body." Dennis, accepted her offer but he didn’t take her offer so seriously and he replied "Ok, ok, please leave my body." Helen's face quickly reverted back to his own. He touched it again and said, "Well… Where did she go?" But right after that, Dennis’ body starts to wriggle and grumble. His stomach started to cramp up painfully. Dennis’s body wriggled faster and faster and he yelled “What the HELL!!, OH- I'm going to shit!”.
He ran so fast to the bathroom. As soon as he took off his pants and underpants, Helen's slimy puddle came gushing out of Dennis's ass and spilled onto the ground. After Dennis fartted out Helen’s slimy puddle, he became relaxed but exhausted as well while sweat ran down his face.
Dennis looked to the ground and saw Helen’s puddle. The air in the room smelled thick, heavy and sour. Helen’s puddle crawled around. Stressed, Dennis thought about finding Helen a new host. After catching his breath, Dennis looked at Helen's puddle and said, "Ok, I’ll allow you to enter me. But you will not interfere with my daily life. You can only morph into yourself when I have free time."
Just later on, the liquid immediately crawlled and climbed up Dennis’s body and approached his mouth. Dennis gulps. With his hands, Dennis took the dense slimy liquid and swallowed it. It tasted like a sexy and sour saliva, but Dennis was disgusted and also aroused when choking down the liquid. After swallowing all the liquid, his body started to move again and rumbled. Dennis's face turned into Helen's face again and Helen said, "I got it dear. That was my thought, anyway.”
Dennis said, “So this is how we will communicate. When my face changes to yours”
“If I turn into you, I will feel your consciousness as my own consciousness. This is very strange.” Helen says, "There is nothing to do, you have to go to work, right? Let me give your face back" and Dennis's face returned to normal.
Dennis felt very strange on the way to work. Because she is his mother's boss, 50-year-old Helen is inside him, which gets inside his body as a nasty slimy puddle and comes out through his ass. Moreover, Dennis is aware that his body could turn into Helen at any moment, and he is also aware that the consciousness he will feel when he becomes Helen will be Helen's consciousness and he will involuntarily act like a woman. This situation made Dennis a little unsettled, but at the same time, he was excited and aroused as he would turn into the 50 year old high society woman, sexy milf Helen after his shift ends.
Helen Johnson is a 50-year-old high society woman from a wealthy family. She had three marriages so far, and the marriages were short-lived. Her family has a large conglomerate of companies. However, her grandfather and father who founded the company are no longer alive. Helen, who does not like to deal with company affairs, has never used her authority in the company anyway. She continues her life with the money and property wealth left by his family. At the same time, she still owns some shares in the company and only receives an annual dividend equal to his share. Helen, who is not very successful in family and relationship affairs, has devoted herself to high society events in her community affairs and private life. Even if she has a wide circle, she has no real friendship with anyone. The tenacious and ostentatious society environment he was in made Helen an unfriendly person to his surroundings. Despite being 50 years old, she has maintained her physicality, has a large build, is tall, has brown hair and dark skin.
Helen has a secretary named Daphne who arranges her official paperwork and appointments for events. Daphne, who is married, has a 23-year-old son named Dennis. He graduated from university and started to work in a company as a white collar worker with the reference of his mother's boss Helen. Dennis is grateful to her for this reason. However, there is no close intimacy between them. After all, he's his mother's boss. However, even though Dennis tries to suppress it inside, she finds Ms. Johnson very sexually attractive...
Earlier, Helen had attended a special event and all eyes were on her. She left the place at night, and instead of leaving by car or taxi like she usually does, she walked home. When she was just a short distance from her house, a heavy vehicle full of chemicals passed by Helen. Just as the truck was passing by, the vehicle suddenly swelled and burst in a magnificent explosion and the chemicals inside erupted outward splattering everywhere including all over Helen. The force knocked Helen to the ground. After feeling a little dizzy, Helen tried to get up and just as she was about to get up, her body strangely turned into a slightly slippery liquid and began to spill onto the floor in threads of liquid.
Panicked, Helen exclaimed "WHAT's happening to me–!?" Her whole body melted and dripped away becoming a slimy… liquid puddle and fell to the ground rapidly. The puddle’s color resembled the color of her skin and the clothes that she wears as if they were mixed together. Helen was not dead however. She was quite conscious of her new form and predicament, and soon found that she could still SEE and MOVE as this “puddle.”
She thought to herself, "...What’s happened to me, this is so disgusting... what will happen to someone like me?" She attempted to move, and found she was able to move around. She tried her hardest to return to her normal form, but all that occurred was a ripple in her liquid form. She was stuck this way. Afterward, people and police from around the area took notice of the mangled truck and they rushed to the scene, taking no notice of Helen The Puddle. She tried to speak and shout at the people walking by, “Help me!” but they couldn’t hear her… Even more horribly, some even stepped on her slimy formation. "Oh, this is disgusting, I wish I never walked home." The crowd of people only grew, and since no one took notice of Helen… Helen drifted along the pavement towards her home thinking to herself, “Oh well… There is no help for me here.”
She entered the house by being dragged through the gap under the entrance door. She tried to reform again so she could use the door normally. However, she could only lift herself up a little in mass, but she still couldn’t regain her physical body. After a few forced attempts, she gave up feeling sorry for herself and slipped under the crack under the door, "Is this the end for me?" Helen, who is left with no-one among her 1st degree family members, is reluctant to ask for help from her own circle of friends. Afterall, none of her friends around her are true friends.
While gliding towards the living room, she spotted her TV remote on the ground under the couch. “Oh that’s where the remote was!” She paused for a moment, “I wonder if there is any news about what happened…” She slid under the couch and gripped the remote with her slimy wet tendrils and pulled it out from under the couch. She then proceeded to turn on the TV with the remote.
There was breaking news about the explosion directly on the television.
News headline: An explosion of a tanker carrying dangerous chemical goods caused great damage and loss of life. The personnel driving the tanker lost their lives. The neighbourhood is quarantined. The chemical substance that caused the explosion remains a mystery. However, according to the information received at the site of the accident, the atoms of the matter and living things contaminated by the chemical have been scattered.
After Helen watched the news, she remembered the physics-related subjects that she was very successful at in high school. She thinks, “I think my atoms were separated and my form was destabilized… Could I potentially merge with another living being? Can I MERGE my atoms with someone elses and get my own body back?”
“I can't think of anything else, but I need to try this urgently!!”
The first person that came to Helen's mind was Mrs. Daphne, who was her father's assistant. She had made up her mind to go inside Daphne. She knew what she was going to do would be very weird and awkward, and it wasn’t even guaranteed to be possible, but she also knew that she had no choice but to try.
Helen immediately left her house and crawled down towards Daphne's house. Interestingly, Helen was floating off the ground as an airborne liquid. She was aware of this, but she didn't pay much attention to it as her mind was set on getting her body back at that moment.
When Helen finally reached Daphne's house, she slipped under the door of the house and saw that Daphne and her husband were intensely arguing in the living room. Not wanting to intervene in this discussion, she was reluctant to get involved with Daphne. Thinking, “It would be weird for me slip inside her when her husband is with her…”, Helen's 23-year-old son Dennis came to mind for a moment and thought, "...Of course! If Dennis is in his room, I could try to go inside him, I hope he is asleep, it would be more comfortable for me to enter" then she glided up the stairs. She entered Dennis's room by gliding gracefully under the door and fortunately found Dennis asleep.
Helen was relieved about the situation, but now she thought about how to get into his body. She drifted slowly onto the bed and circulated over him as a slimy liquid puddle. Seeing that Dennis's mouth was open, she said "I wonder if… I can get in here", but she was also very disgusted and prepared herself by thinking "I can't believe I'm doing this" and slowly slid into Dennis's mouth and Helen’s slimy puddle spread throughout Dennis’s insides. Meanwhile, strange rumbling noises came out from Dennis's body and his whole body started to shake and wobble. Fortunately again… Dennis remained asleep, but the wobbling and shifting of his body brought pleasure to the sleeping Dennis. From Helen's point of view, everything was dark and she fell asleep while inside.
In the morning, Dennis woke up and smelled an unusual salivary liquid in his mouth that did not belong to him. It was an odd, heavy, sourish, yet sexy smell. Dennis did not understand what was happening, wiping the saliva with his hand, but at the same time he continued to smell it, curious about the odor. He felt unusually heavier… and when he stood up, it felt like something inside him slushed around . He didn’t mind however and went to the bathroom to get ready for work.
Helen began to wake up, and found she was looking through Dennis’ eyes, and felt every part of his body as if it was her own. Even Dennis's penis felt like it was her penis, "This is very strange," she thought. When Dennis went in front of the mirror, Helen saw herself as Dennis in front of the mirror. Helen wondered, "Have I become a man?" “Where would I get my own body? there must be another way”, she thought and strained herself.
Meanwhile, Dennis, who was unaware of Helen, felt weird and hazy, his body started to wobble and grumble as Helen began to move around inside of him. Although Dennis enjoyed this sensation, he was worried about what was happening and then the slimy liquid started to suddenly cover Dennis's body. The sexy saliva-like liquid continued to spread more over his entire body. Dennis became very afraid, but his body tensed up unable to do anything. The slimy saliva (liquid) covering Dennis’s body began shapeshifting Dennis’s form. Dennis felt their body expand, their ass and hips swelling, breasts forming, and Dennis’s dick and balls disappearing and inverting inward. He witnessed all the changes to his body in front of the mirror. Finally, the slime around Dennis changed the structure of his body, the slime fades and Dennis noticed that he has turned into Helen.
After this strange transformation, Dennis blinked his eyes, looked in the mirror, examined Helen's body and began to caress this body. He could feel the mature sexiness of Helens's body. Dennis spoke with Helen's voice, "So this is how I transform." “But what about Dennis? Did I kill him? Would it be weird if I went to Daphne like this? I need try to explain the incident to Dennis."
After Dennis talked by himself in Helen’s body, he took a pen and paper and wrote,
"Dear Dennis
I'm Helen. I am inside you right now, and I just transformed your body into my own body. You probably won't remember anything, so I want you to read this. My body melted from an explosion that passed next to me last night and I turned into a strange liquid. I came to your house when I had a theory that I could get my body back by merging with another person. SUCCESS! At first I was going to merge with your mother, but then I decided to flow inside you instead. We have to act together on this and you need to help me my dear. Please…"
When Dennis finished writing, he put the paper on his desk and said, "I have to transform into Dennis again... but how?" and forced himself again remembering the feeling he had before when he transformed into Helen. Helen's body deteriorated and liquefied again and became slimy and fluid. But just as it melted and fell to the ground, the liquid slime rises again and turned into the body of Dennis. He regained his body, and his dick returned. After Dennis had completely transformed back to normal, he said, "Yes, now it's time to read the note..." but then Dennis felt strange.
Dennis says, “what… what did I just do… Did I turn into Ms. Johnson???”
While Dennis was morphed as Helen, he thought that everything that he said was said by his own will. But now he did not understand why he was saying such things and writing what he wrote on the paper.
When Dennis realized this, he felt that there was a change to his face and he said, "What’s happening?” and touched his face with his fingers. When he looked in the mirror again, his face liquefied and turned into Helen's face.
Helen's face spoke, “I am inside of you Dennis”. I’m the one who said all the things you think you said. I wrote on the paper. I thought you were unconscious… but apparently you were not. You thought my speech, and my actions were your doing.”
Even though Dennis's face changed to Helen's, he could speak and see. But couldn’t move ‘their’ head. Shocked, he said, "Hel— …Ms. Johnson, I understand your situation, but you have no right to do this to me, this is my body."
Even though Dennis found being Helen sexually pleasurable, he also found it much too strange and shocking. Dennis exclaimed, "Please get out of me!"
Helen's face fell and said “I supported and helped you to get a good job so you owe me don’t you think?” But after a silent pause, she remarked, "Okay, I'll get out, but you have to help find me another body." Dennis, accepted her offer but he didn’t take her offer so seriously and he replied "Ok, ok, please leave my body." Helen's face quickly reverted back to his own. He touched it again and said, "Well… Where did she go?" But right after that, Dennis’ body starts to wriggle and grumble. His stomach started to cramp up painfully. Dennis’s body wriggled faster and faster and he yelled “What the HELL!!, OH- I'm going to shit!”.
He ran so fast to the bathroom. As soon as he took off his pants and underpants, Helen's slimy puddle came gushing out of Dennis's ass and spilled onto the ground. After Dennis fartted out Helen’s slimy puddle, he became relaxed but exhausted as well while sweat ran down his face.
Dennis looked to the ground and saw Helen’s puddle. The air in the room smelled thick, heavy and sour. Helen’s puddle crawled around. Stressed, Dennis thought about finding Helen a new host. After catching his breath, Dennis looked at Helen's puddle and said, "Ok, I’ll allow you to enter me. But you will not interfere with my daily life. You can only morph into yourself when I have free time."
Just later on, the liquid immediately crawlled and climbed up Dennis’s body and approached his mouth. Dennis gulps. With his hands, Dennis took the dense slimy liquid and swallowed it. It tasted like a sexy and sour saliva, but Dennis was disgusted and also aroused when choking down the liquid. After swallowing all the liquid, his body started to move again and rumbled. Dennis's face turned into Helen's face again and Helen said, "I got it dear. That was my thought, anyway.”
Dennis said, “So this is how we will communicate. When my face changes to yours”
“If I turn into you, I will feel your consciousness as my own consciousness. This is very strange.” Helen says, "There is nothing to do, you have to go to work, right? Let me give your face back" and Dennis's face returned to normal.
Dennis felt very strange on the way to work. Because she is his mother's boss, 50-year-old Helen is inside him, which gets inside his body as a nasty slimy puddle and comes out through his ass. Moreover, Dennis is aware that his body could turn into Helen at any moment, and he is also aware that the consciousness he will feel when he becomes Helen will be Helen's consciousness and he will involuntarily act like a woman. This situation made Dennis a little unsettled, but at the same time, he was excited and aroused as he would turn into the 50 year old high society woman, sexy milf Helen after his shift ends.
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In a futuristic society, streamers can upload their five senses on a website for others to experience in real time. Many use it to connect, several use it for fame, and others use it for pleasure.
In an age where everyone was obsessed with what others were wearing, where they were going, what they were doing, it was only a matter of time before someone took it as far as it could possibly go in order to satisfy society’s voyeuristic tendencies. Gone were the days of social media, where all you could do was send pictures and videos. The area of consciousness streaming had begun.
This was made possible by a surgical procedure that installed the necessary biotech into a person’s parietal lobe. At one time, this would have been a major procedure, but was now as easy as scheduling a yearly physical, and a client would be home the same day, able to stream.
The parietal lobe made it all possible. It is the part of the brain that translates the messages received from the five senses. These messages could be transmitted live to another person’s parietal lobe, and experienced in real time. Whatever the sender saw, touched, heard, tasted, and smelled, the receiver would as well.
What controlled it all was a website called World Consciousness. Anyone who wanted to stream parts of their life, like going on a hike, having a party, sharing the nervousness of a first date, only had to go live with their parietal signal. Anyone who wanted to silently ride along and experience what the streamer was sending, selected that stream, and were immediately sharing the streamer’s five senses. The people that shared another person’s stream were called ride alongs. To them, it felt exactly the same as if they were living it themselves. It was a thrill to all parties involved. In a matter of months, everyone was doing it.
There were restrictions of course. To begin with, you had to be 18 or older to undergo the procedure. If you were streaming, you determined when you were online, and when you weren’t. You couldn’t be controlled by a ride along in any way. You were in the driver’s seat. That being said, streamers did take requests, earning money through tips and subscribers to their streams.
At first, streams had been mostly family friendly, but like all technology, that envelope got pushed quickly. Hacks and mods began to appear rapidly. The first ones primarily benefited the receivers, such as intensifying sensations. But others began to focus on the streamers, which eventually led to an even more invasive experience, as a high school senior by the name of Emily would soon discover.
Emily couldn’t wait to stream that day. Her backwards town didn’t let students stream from school, which didn’t even make sense. She could see why being a ride along would be banned, because it would be like they were somewhere else, in somewhere else. But just to stream, well, she was present and accounted for when she did that. It wasn’t fair. She’d have so many more followers if she could stream during the day.
As the high school senior left her shoes by the door, she took in the quietness of the house. She was first home. Her older brother would be getting home from his backbreaking factory job in about an hour, and her mom and dad usually got home shortly after that. This was her favorite time to stream, because she knew she looked great, and there were no parents or annoying older brother around to embarrass her in front of her followers.
Emily bounded upstairs to her room and shut the door behind her. She did a quick check in the mirror to make sure her hair and makeup still looked good. She nodded to herself that she passed inspection, and then gave a cursory glance around her room. Parents could say what they would about the supposed negatives of streaming, but it did help keep a room clean. If her fans saw through her eyes leftover bits of food or dirty clothes, she would die of embarrassment.
She smoothed out a wrinkle on top of her bed, then went to her computer. The screen came alive, and she pulled up the World of Consciousness website. She logged in and looked to see if some of her favorite people were online. She rarely did ride alongs herself, but made exceptions if her favorite celebrity, musician, or influencer were on. None of them were, which made sense. She was pretty sure none of them had been scheduled.
Famous people’s streams were always carefully coordinated and controlled. The general populace knew this, but it didn’t stop them from hopping on to experience a more glamorous life, fake though it might be. It was a thrill to sit in a makeup chair before a movie star headed out to shoot a scene for a big blockbuster. Or to walk a red carpet. Or to feel what it was really like to be a rock star and come out onto a stage and perform in front of thousands of screaming fans.
But those were all very special events, and they did not happen often. The bulk of streamers were exactly like Emily. Just normal people from all walks of life, who enjoyed the knowledge that there were dozens, hundreds, even thousands of people experiencing every little thing they did. The most mundane things could become amazing when seen through the eyes of another, even school. But Emily’s followers wouldn’t know, because it wasn’t allowed.
As she selected her name and prepared to go live, she wondered again why her school couldn’t be more progressive. She knew of schools in other districts that encouraged streaming, especially in class, saying it provided accountability and safety for both teachers and students. Apparently her school didn’t see it that way though, because they were a bunch of old school hicks.
Emily smiled as she saw a digital queue forming. Her loyal followers, waiting to ride along with her. There seemed to be more than usual today. She was ready for them. She'd been thinking about what to do and say all day. She pressed her finger to the screen, and opened her senses up to whoever wanted to ride along.
In another part of town, Bob, a man in his late forties, had gotten home early from work, and was now going from one ride along to the next. When he found his last two meetings had been canceled, he excitedly rushed home to enjoy an empty house. This solitude enabled him to do the ride alongs he wanted, ones that were generally frowned upon from people like his wife. But he knew lots of people that had the same desire he did, to experience what it felt like to be the opposite sex.
The second he had gotten home, he locked the doors, closed the curtains, and turned on the large monitor in his living room. He went to the World of Consciousness website and began to scroll through women that might interest him. There were lots of women that allowed people to ride along while they were doing all sorts of things, from shopping, cooking, cleaning, working out, and much more. But Bob’s tastes were very specific. He was looking for the streamers that were doing anything remotely sexual. His favorites were the sexy challenges that streamers often did.
Trends and challenges sprang up all the time on World of Consciousness. They usually took the form of a dance, a specific pose, or a challenge. A lot of them were harmless and silly. But several skirted the edges of teasing and provocative, like putting on skin tight leather pants and then streaming hands that ran up and down them.
Other challenges went way past provocative, like the ice cube challenge. Ladies most often did this one. They would schedule a time, and a few million people, mostly men, would log on to experience it. It involved a streamer going to their ice box, and taking out a single ice cube. They’d hold it between their fingers, letting everyone connected to them feel the cold, and see it through the streamer’s eyes.
Then everything would disappear as the streamer closed their eyes. The ride alongs couldn’t see the ice cube, but could tell its destination seconds later. They could feel a shirt being lifted, and a hand brushing past a soft belly, reaching higher and higher, until it came to an obstruction of even softer flesh. The ice would ride along a curve, until it found a very sensitive nipple that would stiffen at the cold. The streamer would leave it on there as long as they could bear, some letting it melt completely. The ride alongs felt it all, including the arousal that most streamers had when doing the challenge. And then the stream would end, and most ride alongs would log off in order to have some quality alone time.
Nudity was allowed, but not openly advertised. Actual sex acts could get you banned if it was reported to a moderator and they witnessed it in real time. That didn’t stop it from happening though. Every so often, a person would begin streaming thirty seconds or so before achieving climax. These were extremely popular, but it was a classic case of being in the right place at the right time.
Bob had been searching for a sexy ride along, but was striking out, and he knew he was running out of time. He had jumped into a woman who was swimming in a bikini, but she logged off before he could fully appreciate the cool water on her body. He experienced a girl that was on a date at a movie. He felt what it was like to sit there in anticipation, waiting for the guy to make a move. It hadn’t taken long. A muscular, hairy arm went behind the girl’s head, and a heavy hand briefly found purchase on her shoulder. But the second he felt fingers begin to slip lower on her dress and land on top of the girl’s exposed cleavage, she logged off.
Oftentimes, Bob felt that the pervier ride alongs like himself must experience a tremendous case of blue balls. There was a lot of teasing out there. A lot of sifting through coal to find that one diamond. But right before he was about to give up, he found it. The video on the monitor that displayed what the streamer was seeing was shaky at best, but it was no doubt someone in the throes of passion. And judging by a brief glimpse of boob, the streamer was a woman. She was riding some guy. Bob connected to it immediately.
So many sensations washed over him in an instant as he connected to the woman’s stream. He felt her hips moving rhythmically as they rolled from right to left. He felt her hands on a hard stomach. He heard her moans, and smelled the sweat of two intermingled bodies. When she opened her eyes a moment later, he saw long dark hair in her/his peripheral vision, and then got an eyeful of two large breasts as she purposefully looked down.
What stood out though for Bob, was the intense feelings happening between her legs. It was a sensation completely foreign to him as a man. The pleasure of being filled and stretched in an orifice he did not have. That was his favorite part, to feel something he couldn’t any other way. He knew his dick would most likely be hard when he came back, if he hadn’t already blown his load.
The woman was so close to orgasm. He felt her speed up on top of the man. Felt her trying to have him as deep inside as possible. A sensation was growing, building, coming on like an avalanche.
And that’s when he heard it. The familiar sound of a key in a lock, and the turning of a knob. He wouldn’t have been able to hear if it had been a normal ride along. A person often had to be shaken before they knew someone was trying to get their attention. But since Bob didn’t want to get caught by his family, he always had his in person auditory settings turned up so he could hear if someone was approaching.
His mind fought to stay in that woman, to ride the wave of ecstasy that was dominating his senses. But instinct told him to panic and get out and act like he wasn’t a giant pervert that loved riding along in women about to climax. His instinct won, but barely. One of these days it wouldn’t, and he’d have some explaining to do. But this time, he thought the word exit, and his physical body jerked slightly, and he was back, aware of his own body. He looked down, and saw that he did indeed have a giant erection.
As he heard the front door open, he glanced at the time. As happened to him often while browsing through streamers, hours had felt like minutes. He had been hopping from streamer to streamer for over three hours. So it made perfect sense that his teenage daughter would be home. But that still didn’t seem right. She had sports or cheer or something. He was not the world’s best father, but he knew should have had at least another hour to ride along in a bevvy of hot women! Bob wanted to interrogate his daughter on why she had ruined his good time, but he needed his dick to soften first. For that reason, he stayed low on the couch and turned off the screen.
As the front door closed, he heard his daughter, Avery, say, “We have to hurry. She doesn’t always stay streaming for very long.”
“I know,” another female voice agreed. “Are we using it in your living room?”
“No. My room. We don’t want to be interrupted when my parents get home, especially for what we’re about to do.”
Bob realized that his daughter didn’t know he was home, as his car was in the garage. He was about to reveal himself, when his daughter’s next words stopped him cold.
“We are going to make a fool out of Emily, from inside her very own body. Oh I can’t wait!”
As he heard footsteps retreat to Avery’s room, Bob had several questions. The first of which was, how exactly were they going to make a fool out of this Emily from inside her body. But also, wasn’t Avery friends with Emily? They’d both been on the cheerleading all through high school. There must have been some fallout at some point. He needed to know more, especially about that first part. He moved quickly and quietly towards his daughter’s bedroom.
The door to Avery’s room opened a crack, and he easily heard the friend say, “Okay, what do we have to do to make this work?”
“Okay, when Preston sold it to me, he said I just needed to beam it from my phone to the computer after I got on. Here, let me just…there. I’m logged in. And now I should just need to…”
“And you’re sure we won’t get in trouble?”
“For the hundredth time, Leah, Preston said this program was masked from World’s moderators. It’s untraceable. They’ll think it’s actually Emily the entire time. Now do you want to get back at her for being such a bitch, or are you chickening out?”
“I’m not!” Leah exclaimed at last. “Let’s…let’s do it.”
“Great. Now let me do a search. And look, there she is, showing the world how pretty and perfect she always is.”
“What are you supposed to do now?” Leah asked.
“Well I am going to connect to her via ride along, and when I’m in, you hit this button right here, and then I should be in control.”
“How’s that work anyway?” Leah asked.
Avery laughed. “It like, I don’t know, routes my parietal stuff through her signal. Instead of me hopping onto her upload, I upload on top of her, and become the dominant signal, but everyone will think it’s her doing it.”
“That is amazing. How much did Preston charge you again?”
“He didn’t charge me anything for it,” Avery winked. “I gave him a handjob in the school parking lot, and he put it on my phone for free. Now stop talking to me or we’re going to miss our window.”
A lot of thoughts were jumbling up in Bob’s brain, like the fact that his daughter had casually given a boy a hand job. But more important was this illicit program. There was no way it could do what they were implying. There was only one way to find out. He snuck back to the living room and searched for Emily. Thousands of Emily’s popped up, and he cursed himself for not remembering her last name. He refined his search to a twenty mile radius, and a dozen popped up. He narrowed the search to a five mile radius, and that narrowed it down to two.
One Emily appeared to be a mother, as she was playing with her two kids. She was probably streaming for grandparents, a common occurrence. They could ride along and play with their grandkids like they were in the room with them. The other option showed a typical teenage girl’s room. That had to be it. He selected it, and joined the stream as an observer.
Emily knew that she could have so many more followers if she would embrace her sexuality the way so many other streamers her age did. She had considered it. She really liked the fame, and the knowledge that people were right there with her, riding along and experiencing the world through her eyes. But she was not yet willing to wear the skin tight clothes or the short skirts or do the more daring and provocative challenges. Maybe next year when she was in college. For now, she’d stick with something more akin to a PG-13 rating.
She liked to move around when she was streaming. She was proud of her tight, young body, and knew that was why a lot of people rode along with her. They wanted to feel young again, or know what it was like to have a body that was in shape. She would do yoga, or dance to music, or on special occasions like today, she would perform cheer routines in her cheerleader uniform. This always gave her a spike in followers, and she needed that ego boost today. She was on the outs with a couple of her so called friends. It was their own fault. They had tried to usurp her authority as cheer captain, and she had threated to kick them off the team. After they called her a few choice names, she called practice early and warned them to come to heel or their cheer season was done.
Their friendship had become more adversarial when she got captain. Hopefully Avery and Leah just needed time to cool down. They’d fall in line, probably. If they didn’t she would have to do the unthinkable and kick them out of cheer. She really hoped it wouldn’t come to that. But she wasn’t going to dwell on all that drama at the moment.
Instead, she focused on her large computer screen, now in mirror mode, and put everything she had into a series of complex cheer routines. As she chanted the familiar words of school spirit that proclaimed the superiority of her alma mater, she was aware of her footwork. The way her smooth legs kicked and danced. Her muscles strained, but she did not grow tired. Her hips gyrated, and her taut stomach rolled. Her forehead and bare arms glistened with a thin sheen of sweat.
It was a workout for sure, but people must’ve thought she was doing a good job, as she saw the digital number of ride alongs in the corner of her screen climb higher. She might break her personal best for total ride alongs today. She’d go as long as she could, but realized there was one thing she should have taken care of before she had rushed to log on. She should have peed. The more she moved, the more her bladder told her the clock was ticking.
A few miles away, Avery’s head jerked, and she grinned at her friend. “Holy shit it works! Did you see me?”
“I didn’t see you make her do anything embarrassing,” Leah complained.
“Well, I started small,” Avery said excitedly. “I wanted to make sure I could control her body, and I totally could! I just rode along for half a minute, but when she started that last cheer, I made her leg kick in the wrong direction. Didn’t you notice?”
“Oh, no, I didn’t. Do you think Emily did?”
Avery shook her head. “I don’t think so. She just kept right on going with the routine. Preston said at the start, if I’m subtle enough, she might not know I’m even there. Like, if I did something small, like, say if she went to press a button and I stopped her right before she did it, she’d think she pressed that button. That’s something I’ll make good use of before she logs out, which should be real soon.”
Leah arched a curious eyebrow. “How do you know that?”
“Because little miss perfect has to pee. And you know she wouldn’t want her ride alongs to be a part of something like that.”
“That might be taking things too far,” Leak protested. But then she saw that Avery hadn’t heard her. She was already back in.
Bob was not complaining. He was enjoying the show. A beautiful, dark haired vixen in a cheerleader outfit was performing routines. What wasn’t there to love. He got to experience all five of her senses as she strutted and danced. But it was pretty mild stuff, especially compared to that erotic encounter earlier. He knew she wouldn’t be going much longer, because he could feel the girl’s full bladder. Some people loved to stream that sort of thing too, but he didn’t think Emily was that kind of girl.
He figured he was right as she finished her routine and relaxed a little. He felt the tension flow out of her, as she seemed like she was done and about to log out. She breathed hard, and he could feel her pulling deep draughts of air into her lungs. Then she waved to herself in the mirrored screen, and mouthed goodbye. Then she pressed the corner of the screen, and the World of Consciousness options came up. She went to press the log off button to stop the stream. She went to, but she didn’t actually press it. Her finger hovered directly over it, but it never made contact. She apparently thought she did, because her other hand minimized the screen, and she darted from the room.
As Bob continued to ride along, he felt a new urgency. It emanated from her groin, as she prepared to relieve herself. She thought she had logged off. But she hadn’t. This had become a pretty classic faux pas. One many a streamer had done, where they forgot to log off and then used the toilet. But Bob wondered if she had forgotten, because it sure seemed like she had attempted it.
As Emily entered the small bathroom and angled herself above the toilet, Bob felt her knees bend. At the same time, her thumbs slid her cheer skirt, skivvies, and panties down in one fluid motion. And then Bob felt something that he didn’t know could ever feel so erotic. He felt Emily’s bare ass touch the cold porcelain. He felt her release herself, and the pleasure that one feels as that internal pressure gives away. And he felt her hand reach for a piece of bath tissue, and wipe at the damp area, and then linger ever so slightly.
She stood up abruptly, and pulled her skirt back up in one smooth motion. As she flushed the toilet and went to wash her hands, Emily missed it, and so did Bob. Her cheer skirt was on. But her panties and skivvies remained on the floor. This was not her fault. Avery had held down the other garments with her foot, and Emily had thought she had pulled them all up. She had certainly meant to, but she hadn’t. She was focused on getting back to the monitor and looking at her statistics on the website.
But Emily would soon know something was very amiss, and it wouldn’t just be a draft about her legs. As she returned to her room, she saw her screen flashing that she had an incoming message. She picked up her phone and read it. It was from her boyfriend, Jim. He always rode along with her stream. It helped her feel close to him, knowing that he could feel what it was like to be her. He always complimented her in whatever she did. And now he probably wanted to come over and try to talk her out of her uniform.
But his message didn’t compliment her, or ask to come over and make out. It simply said three words. Three terrifying words. “You’re still streaming.”
She felt her heart quicken, and her breathing became short and shallow. Jim had to be messing with her. She’d kill him for that. But as her eyes went to her computer screen, she saw that World of Consciousness was minimized at the bottom of the screen. That couldn’t be right. She had logged off and then closed out of the browser. She knew she had. She told herself that a few more times as her finger touched the screen. As she dragged her finger upwards, the streaming website reappeared.
Her eyes darted across the screen, and she saw the horrible truth. She was definitely still logged in. And her followers had just been there when she… She shoved that thought out of her mind and looked at her numbers. She had indeed set a new record for herself, and more were logging on by the second. There was also a line of new comments making very explicit requests of her, the kind that get you suspended from streaming. As her finger dove for the log off button, she hoped the moderators hadn’t witnessed any of it. If they had, she hoped they could tell that it had been an accident.
As she hit the button, her eyes stayed on the numbers that continued to go up and up. She didn’t understand that. The number of ride alongs should have stopped increasing when she logged off. She had pressed the button, just like she swore she did last time. But they kept going. She looked at her finger, still hovering over the button, and tried to press it again. But then, for perhaps the first time, she saw that her finger never actually touched the screen.
And then her mind became alight with new fear, as she watched her finger, completely unbidden by her, initiate the screen’s mirror mode. She hadn’t meant to, or wanted to, do that. What she wanted was to stop streaming. More than anything, she wanted to stop, and to call her boyfriend, and maybe her parents. She wanted out, and away from the people that she knew could see and feel everything she was doing.
Instead of escaping from streaming, her body took a step back, and her face grinned menacingly in the mirrored surface. Her hand even gave herself a little wave. But his wasn’t her. She wasn’t doing any of it. Someone was making her do this. But how?
“I hope all of you enjoyed my bathroom break,” her voice said cheerily. “I know I don’t normally do stuff like that, but I’m feeling extra pervy today. So what should I do next?” She took a moment to look at some comments. “Wow, a lot of you are giving great suggestions. There’s some pretty kinky ideas in here too. It looks like a lot of you have been just waiting for me to slut it up! Well today’s your lucky day.”
Emily watched as her hand drifted up uniform on the side, and she felt only bare skin there. She wasn’t wearing anything under her skirt! Her hand let the skirt fall back down, but then she performed a quick circle that caused it to billow up around her. She had felt air all around her crotch and ass, and so had everyone else. Then she felt her hand cover her breasts and begin to alternately grope each one. Emily was sickened as she realized thousands of people were essentially feeling her up right now.
“I am a huge slut, you know,” Emily’s voice continued. “Don’t believe me? Well keep riding with me today, and I’ll show you how much. Feel free to invite more people too. Everyone at my school, everyone in this podunk town, hell, invite everyone in the country. I want them to see me, to feel how turned on I’m about to be with all of you inside me.”
Emily watched the corner of the screen that showed the numbers. They were spiking. Probably around the time she peed, a flood of invites had already gone out.
“But let’s not jump into the deep end right away,” her voice purred. “Let’s start with something small. Anyone got something they’d like to feel me do to this body?”
A comment popped up, and Emily knew that whoever was controlling her saw it, because her voice giggled, and then said, “Ice cube challenge. That’d be perfect.” Her fingers went back to her computer screen, and shared her display with every monitor in the house. Then she winked at herself and said, “Let’s go then.”
Her body whirled around and left her bedroom. Emily realized whoever this was knew the layout of her house, because she walked right to the kitchen. She strode with purpose towards the refrigerator, and opened the freezer. She pulled out the ice maker, and extracted a single cube. Emily had never done this challenge, as a streamer, or a ride along. But she knew what was supposed to happen. She was extremely relieved when her fingers put the ice cube onto the counter. It had been a bluff. Whoever it was only wanted to torture her with erotic possibilities, that was all.
Then Emily heard herself say, “We should do this right.” She opened a drawer and picked up the remote for the large kitchen monitor. She turned on the screen, and Emily’s reflection smiled back again.
Emily saw her arms cross and her fingers clutch her cheer top. She tried to fight it, tried to resist, but it was as if she was a ride along in her own body. The top came off over her head, revealing her boyfriend’s favorite leopard print bra. Whoever was controlling her took a second to make sure her hair was still perfect, and then she looked intently at the rolling comments in the corner of the screen.
“What’s that? I should lose the bra too? Well, yes, I guess that would help in this challenge. But the ice cube challenge is about feeling the goods, not seeing them. So excuse me while I turn around.”
Being as people had been there when she wiped her pussy, she wasn’t sure how much modesty she had left, but she was still glad that she wasn’t just getting naked for everyone to see. She felt her body turn from the monitor, then felt hands reach behind, and expertly unfasten her bra. It had to be a girl that had taken over her body. A guy would have struggled with it. And it had to be a girl that had been in her house several times, especially to know exactly where the kitchen remote was.
As her breasts became exposed, Emily felt her nipples stiffen a little at the change in temperature. She knew that everyone watching her stream could feel it as well. She feared they would soon feel much, much more.
Thankfully, her eyes drifted upwards so as not to see the large breasts that her boyfriend loved to try and touch all the time. She felt her fingers pick up the ice cube. They brought it up into her field of vision, and she looked at it for several seconds. Then she felt her tongue stick out, and she licked it. Emily sensed the cold in her mouth. She heard her tongue be much louder than normal, as whoever was controlling her made sure to click the sides of her mouth and repeatedly wet her lips. Finally, she heard herself say, “Ooh, that’s going to feel nice on my hot body.”
And then Emily couldn’t see the ice cube anymore, because she had closed her eyes. But she knew where it was going. She felt the cold, wet surface land on top of her collar bone, and begin to slide down. She did not expect the spike of arousal her body felt. It was betraying her. Whoever was in control was actually getting off on this. The ice cube reached the top of her right boob, and a tiny trickle of water raced ahead, sending a delicious chill down her spine.
Right before the cube got to the center of her voluptuous breast, it changed course, and began to make a circle around the edge of her areola. “Can everyone feel this? I can see why this challenge is so popular. I can’t believe I haven’t done it until now.”
The ice cube abruptly left her right boob, and the same journey was made on her left. The heat from her body was making it melt rapidly. It dropped from her grasp on the third trip around her left areola.
“Oh poo,” she whined, but then giggled. “Good thing there’s plenty more.”
Her eyes opened so she could see the refrigerator door handle. Her gaze was a little too low though for Emily’s liking. She couldn’t see her boobs, but could see the tips of two very erect nipples in her peripheral vision, which meant everyone else could too.
She felt her hands pluck out two ice cubes, and instead of waiting, both were shoved right onto both of her tits. Much to Emily’s dismay, this caused a spike of pleasure that rippled through her.
And then her body slowly turned and faced the monitor. Her hands barely contained her boobs, and her palms pressed the ice hard into her tits, making them feel both pleasure and pain.
“Oh, I see you’ve been busy inviting people,” her voice said in what Emily could have only described as that of a porn star. “Wow, over a million of you now. That didn’t take too long.”
Emily felt her fingers drum along the top of her boobs.
“I know what I said earlier, you know, about this challenge being about, like, feeling and not seeing. But you’ve all been an amazing audience so far, so I think it’s only fair if I let you get a peak, or maybe an eyeful.”
Slowly, painfully slowly, her hands came down, and two very stiff and pointy pink nipples came into view. Her fingers gave one of them a painful pinch. “Man, I really have a smoking body, don’t I? I bet I use it to lord over everyone and get people to do my bidding. Because that’s the kind of stuck up horny bitch I am.”
At these words, Emily knew it had to be Avery. She had called her a stuck up bitch yesterday. She had motive. She knew the layout of her house. It all made sense. Emily couldn’t believe Avery could stoop this low. She wanted to beg her to stop. But she couldn’t say anything.
As if the girl could read her thoughts, Emily’s voice said, “I know what you’re probably thinking. Someone should stop me, should keep me from ruining my stellar reputation as a perfect, homecoming queen type. But no one’s going to, because no one wants to. Look, even your… I mean, my boyfriend is still logged in. He’s seeing and feeling everything right now, aren’t you baby? I bet you’re so hard for me. I bet you want my hand to go down here, don’t you?” she asked as she bit her lip and dropped a hand below her skirt to the place she knew was plenty wet and ready. As a cold finger made its way into her pussy, she panted, “Can all of you feel that? This girl wants it. It’s a pity there’s no one to-”
In one of those cataclysmic moments of timing, Emily heard the front door open. In her current lack of clothing, her instinct told her to drop down to the floor and hide behind the counter. She wanted to race back to her room. She wanted to put her fucking bra on! But her body didn’t care about her instinct, and did none of those things. Instead, her hand calmly picked up the remote, and turned the kitchen monitor off.
“Who’s there?” her voice asked innocently.
“It’s me,” a male voice answered.
Emily wanted to die. It was Mike, her loser step brother. He was home from work. He had dropped out of college a year ago and he had come back to live with them. He had taken a job at a factory, one where he had to do a lot of lifting, and had developed a lot of muscle. This was something Avery had commented on more than once when she had been over. He had flirted back a little, but as far as Emily knew, nothing more had ever happened. These were things she knew, but didn’t care about right then. All she cared about was finding a place to hide forever, or at the very least cover up her body. She hoped Avery was done. She had had her fun, but now it should be over.
Emily’s body, however, still did not move. “Come to the kitchen, Mike,” her voice invited sweetly.
No one could hear her, but as a ride along in her own body, Emily was screaming in protest as Mike walked into the kitchen.
“What’s up, Em-” was as far as he got. His mouth fell open and his eyes weren’t the only thing that bulged as he took in the sight of her.
With her hands still covering her ample breasts, she looked at him with a predatory smile and said, “Hey Mike.”
After Mike’s brain rebooted, he realized he was full on leering at his step sister. He turned around and faced the wall and stammered, “Why are you walking around naked?”
“I was doing a stream, big brother,” she replied innocently. “The ice cube challenge. Have you heard of it?”
Mike had. He’d never experienced it. That wasn’t really his thing. But he knew what it entailed. “Are you kidding me right now? Mom and dad would kill you if they knew you were streaming that! And aren’t you supposed to keep your shirt on when you do that?”
As he was talking, he hadn’t heard her approach. Before he knew what was happening, she grabbed the back of his sweaty work shirt and lifted it up, exposing his muscular back. As soon as his skin was exposed, she said, “But then you couldn’t feel these.”
Mike felt two hard tips mingle with his sweaty back, and then two mounds of softness followed them. His breath caught as he understood that her boobs were mashed against his skin. He went to step forward, but her arms clung to him. He felt her nose press against his upper back, and heard her sniff him.
He smelled like a man who had been doing hard labor all day. “You need a shower bro,” she teased. “You stink.”
“I…yeah, I was going to, uh, you should let me go.”
She held him. He didn’t try to break away. Avery knew that Mike must be loving the feel of Emily’s body against his, step sister or no. That meant she had him. “Are you just going to wash your body?”
Mike gulped. “That’s, yeah, that was the plan.”
A hand went down and wrapped around his hard dick. She began to stroke it through his jeans. “Are you sure that’s all you’re going to do?”
Mike ignored the thrill that ran through his body, and spun around. He put his hands on Emily’s shoulders, and pushed her a step back. His eyes briefly took in her exposed boobs before finding her face. He needed to focus on her eyes.
“What’s gotten into you?” he snapped.
Her seductive smile did not falter as she placed one of her hands over his, and slowly, deliberately, dragged it down to her boobs. “I think the better question is, who would like to get into me?” And then she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him.
Her lips meant resistance at first. But as her tongue darted out and wet Mike’s lips, they parted as well, and her tongue was given full access. Emily’s eyes closed, but a growing audience didn’t mind. They felt a body that was on fire with lust. A heart that beat faster. Hot, wet mouths colliding. The feeling of a strong arm that began to caress and squeeze wherever it could reach.
Even as Mike’s hands groped Emily’s body, he tried to voice reason between kisses. “We can’t do this.”
Emily’s hands unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. As she pulled down the top of his underwear, a throbbing cock sprang out. “Wow! I think we can. See. You’re all ready.” She slipped a hand under her skirt, and then brought it out and showed him two wet fingers. “I’m all ready too.” She put them in her mouth and sucked on her juices.
He gaped at her, but still threw out another line of defense. “Our parents will be home soon.”
She put her freshly lubricated hand on his dick and stroked it. “Well then you’d better hurry it up.”
He stared unbelievingly, and then asked one last, lingering question. “I thought you hated me?”
“I’ll go back to hating you later,” she smiled. She spun around and leaned against the kitchen counter. Then she flipped up her skirt, aiming a soaking wet pussy right at him. “Now are you going to fuck me or what?”
Every bit of rationale telling Mike this was a bad idea was shoved into a mental box and buried forever. He lowered his jeans and underwear enough to step out of them, then grabbed Emily’s hips. He steadied her, then guided his cock into her tight opening. She gasped, and wasn’t the only one, as over ten million experienced the penetration.
Avery felt Mike go in as far as he was able from his position. It wasn’t enough. She swung one of Emily’s legs all the way up onto the counter, an easy feat of dexterity for her. She was spread even wider for him now. Emily’s voice gave an appreciative moan as Mike entered her again, even deeper than before.
Mike started off gentle at first, but as his need for her grew, he squeezed her harder, pounded her faster. The fatigue he came home with after a long day’s work vanished, and his muscles found a new reservoir of energy. His step sister wanted to tease him and act like a slut, he’d give her what she had coming.
A thought occurred to him a few minutes in as his balls began to tighten. Was she still streaming? There was no way. She wouldn’t do anything so brazenly stupid. Something like that would wreck her life. But what if she were? What if people were riding along inside as he plowed his step sister? That thought frightened him, but also added to the pleasure. It drove him even deeper, harder, faster.
“That’s right, give it to me!” Emily’s voice demanded. “Fuck me bro! Give it to your horny sister! I’m such a slut! I always have been! I pretend to be perfect, but this is all I think about! Getting railed by you and anyone else with a massive dick like yours.”
Mike interrupted her with a warning. “I’ve got to pull out or I’m going to-”
“Don’t you fucking dare! Leave it in! I want to feel you drip out of me!”
“Oh. Oh!” was Mike’s only rebuttal.
Emily felt it. The quickened throb of Mike’s cock as his seed painted her insides. The sudden warmth that filled her womb. The intense, primal pleasure it gave every part of her body. She hated it, and hated how much her body loved it.
She brought her leg down, and a trickle of spunk ran down her inner thigh. She grinned at him, then hopped up on the counter. Her bare ass felt the cold of the marble surface. Avery knew she had stayed longer than she should. She needed to get out. But she had been near the mountain top, and thought she could reach the summit with minimal effort.
“You’re not done, bro.”
Mike was panting now. His strength was fading. He wanted to sit down. “Look. I’m sorry. That should have never happened.”
“Oh we’re way past sorry,” she challenged. “Now get me off or I tell mom and dad.”
Mike heard her say this, and it sounded wrong in his ears. She never called his father “dad.” She always called him Kurt. Always had since he had married Emily’s mom. It was a fleeting thought that he would dwell on later, but right then, her threat got the majority of his attention.
“Really?” he asked skeptically. “You’d tell our parents what we just did?”
“Only if you don’t finish what you started,” she said as she spread her legs.
He narrowed his eyes and stared at her, wondering what had gotten into her today. Then he said, “Fuck it I guess.”
He began to kiss her again, and fondled her with one hand, while his other made its way to her pussy. His fingers slipped inside at first, and after pumping them in and out of her several times, he withdrew them and found her clit. He rubbed her gently for a minute, and then applied more force. She began to tremble in his hands.
“Oh yeah! Right there!” she said appreciatively as her butt squirmed on the counter. “Oh this body feels so good.”
Mike thought that was an odd thing to say, but made no comment. He was focused on the task at hand. As her breathing sped up, and her moans grew louder, he leaned closer and put his mouth on one of her tits. Then he gently bit down with his teeth. That sent her over the edge, and she cried out, shook and spasmed, then finally collapsed into his arms.
He held her for a few seconds, then said firmly, “Okay, uh, I’ll clean the counter and you put some clothes on.”
She leaned forward and pointed towards his crotch. “But look who got all excited again.”
Mike looked. Sure enough. Fingerbanging his step sister had got him all worked up. “I, I’ll be fine. We need to-”
“Take me to the couch,” she ordered sweetly.
“I’m not going to-”
“I’ll tell our parents,” she sang as she let the skirt drop to the floor. Fully naked, she hopped down and led him by the dick into the living room, where she laid down onto the couch. “C’mon. Right here.”
Over fifteen million people watched as Mike looked her up and down. They could feel the conflict roiling inside of him. The good sense to pack it up and walk away. The trapped feeling of what might happen if he didn’t do what she said. And the desire to be back inside her hot body again. Since it seemed the pros outweighed the cons, he positioned himself on top of her, and easily slid back inside.
Her pussy welcomed his cock like an old friend. Mike took it slower this time, partially because he was tired, but also because his dick was in no hurry. They kissed and fondled each other as they pleased. He found that she loved to grab his ass with both hands and try to pull him in as far as he could go. Several minutes later, she came before he did. As she cried out in bliss, he followed suit. Then he collapsed on top of her, and they both lay there panting for breath.
Then for the second time that day, Emily knew the worst kind of terror as the front door opened again.
Mike heard it and tried to bolt. But Emily’s arms grasped him and refused to let go. “What the hell!” he hissed. “If they see us, we’re dead! Let me get clothes on and you run to your room!”
But it was as if he were talking to a brick wall. She just smiled at him, and held on to him like an anchor.
Emily’s mother saw them first. She shrieked, which brought her father quickly to her side. His face went red, and he looked like he was about to yell or throw something, but before he got the chance, Emily heard herself gush, “Hey Mom and Dad, I think you should know, Mike and I are in love! Isn’t that great?”
A few seconds later, Avery was laughing her ass off, and asking if Leah had seen it all go down. She had, but couldn’t answer because she was laughing too.
As she wiped away tears, Avery wondered aloud, “Oh man! You think Emily’s parents are going to let her live?”
“Well we can find out,” Leah shouted. “She’s still streaming.”
Emily suddenly found that she was back in control of her body. Just in time for her to get the reaming of a lifetime. She tried to defend herself, to yell that it wasn’t her. Someone had been making her do this.
Her step father had laughed mockingly at that, and sarcastically asked his son, “Was someone making you fuck your sister?”
“Step sister,” Emily corrected. And that had made both parents yell at the same time, and louder than before.
Eventually she was allowed to leave. She wrapped the blanket her mother had covered her with tighter around her body, and trudged back to her room. When she saw her monitor, she realized she was still streaming. Her numbers had peaked at just over twenty million ride alongs. They had rapidly declined around the time her parents started yelling, but she wondered if any who stayed would believe what she had said about not being in control.
She also saw that her account had been flagged. The second she stopped streaming, she would be banned for some arbitrary period of time. That was alright with her. She doubted she’d ever stream again.
Bob had exited when the parents started yelling, but he had needed time to clean up. He had ejaculated in his jeans, and there was a large wet spot on his crotch. He grabbed a dirty pair of jeans from the laundry room. Comparatively, they were not dirty in the slightest. He wore them sans underwear, and then smoothed his shirt down. Then he strode towards his daughter’s room.
Avery and Leah were still laughing and celebrating over destroying the life of their former friend. Bob knew what they had done. He wanted to ground her forever for doing something like that. But he wanted something else even more. He didn’t knock, but shoved the door open and stepped into Avery’s room.
“Avery, I just got a call from the school,” he lied. “Someone came forward about you giving a boy a handjob in the parking lot. You’re grounded.”
Avery’s face went red. Leah scrambled to her feet and looked at Bob for permission to leave. He stood aside so she could go, and she didn’t hesitate.
“Dad, I-”
“I don’t want to hear it! I’m very disappointed in you. Now give me your phone.”
Avery looked stricken at that command. “But-”
“Now!” Bob bellowed.
She picked it up off her bed and looked at the screen, then touched it with her thumb. “Real quick, let me just-”
But he snatched it from her before she could do anything, and stomped out of the room. He went into his bedroom and locked the door. He opened the phone screen and opened her files. There it was. There was the program that would give him control of another person’s senses. It was his. He could use it to take over any streamer. The possibilities washed over him. .
He’d call in sick tomorrow, and maybe the day after that. Maybe the rest of the week. Every streamer in the world was his to explore. His biggest decision now, was deciding which person to take over first.
The end?
In an age where everyone was obsessed with what others were wearing, where they were going, what they were doing, it was only a matter of time before someone took it as far as it could possibly go in order to satisfy society’s voyeuristic tendencies. Gone were the days of social media, where all you could do was send pictures and videos. The area of consciousness streaming had begun.
This was made possible by a surgical procedure that installed the necessary biotech into a person’s parietal lobe. At one time, this would have been a major procedure, but was now as easy as scheduling a yearly physical, and a client would be home the same day, able to stream.
The parietal lobe made it all possible. It is the part of the brain that translates the messages received from the five senses. These messages could be transmitted live to another person’s parietal lobe, and experienced in real time. Whatever the sender saw, touched, heard, tasted, and smelled, the receiver would as well.
What controlled it all was a website called World Consciousness. Anyone who wanted to stream parts of their life, like going on a hike, having a party, sharing the nervousness of a first date, only had to go live with their parietal signal. Anyone who wanted to silently ride along and experience what the streamer was sending, selected that stream, and were immediately sharing the streamer’s five senses. The people that shared another person’s stream were called ride alongs. To them, it felt exactly the same as if they were living it themselves. It was a thrill to all parties involved. In a matter of months, everyone was doing it.
There were restrictions of course. To begin with, you had to be 18 or older to undergo the procedure. If you were streaming, you determined when you were online, and when you weren’t. You couldn’t be controlled by a ride along in any way. You were in the driver’s seat. That being said, streamers did take requests, earning money through tips and subscribers to their streams.
At first, streams had been mostly family friendly, but like all technology, that envelope got pushed quickly. Hacks and mods began to appear rapidly. The first ones primarily benefited the receivers, such as intensifying sensations. But others began to focus on the streamers, which eventually led to an even more invasive experience, as a high school senior by the name of Emily would soon discover.
Emily couldn’t wait to stream that day. Her backwards town didn’t let students stream from school, which didn’t even make sense. She could see why being a ride along would be banned, because it would be like they were somewhere else, in somewhere else. But just to stream, well, she was present and accounted for when she did that. It wasn’t fair. She’d have so many more followers if she could stream during the day.
As the high school senior left her shoes by the door, she took in the quietness of the house. She was first home. Her older brother would be getting home from his backbreaking factory job in about an hour, and her mom and dad usually got home shortly after that. This was her favorite time to stream, because she knew she looked great, and there were no parents or annoying older brother around to embarrass her in front of her followers.
Emily bounded upstairs to her room and shut the door behind her. She did a quick check in the mirror to make sure her hair and makeup still looked good. She nodded to herself that she passed inspection, and then gave a cursory glance around her room. Parents could say what they would about the supposed negatives of streaming, but it did help keep a room clean. If her fans saw through her eyes leftover bits of food or dirty clothes, she would die of embarrassment.
She smoothed out a wrinkle on top of her bed, then went to her computer. The screen came alive, and she pulled up the World of Consciousness website. She logged in and looked to see if some of her favorite people were online. She rarely did ride alongs herself, but made exceptions if her favorite celebrity, musician, or influencer were on. None of them were, which made sense. She was pretty sure none of them had been scheduled.
Famous people’s streams were always carefully coordinated and controlled. The general populace knew this, but it didn’t stop them from hopping on to experience a more glamorous life, fake though it might be. It was a thrill to sit in a makeup chair before a movie star headed out to shoot a scene for a big blockbuster. Or to walk a red carpet. Or to feel what it was really like to be a rock star and come out onto a stage and perform in front of thousands of screaming fans.
But those were all very special events, and they did not happen often. The bulk of streamers were exactly like Emily. Just normal people from all walks of life, who enjoyed the knowledge that there were dozens, hundreds, even thousands of people experiencing every little thing they did. The most mundane things could become amazing when seen through the eyes of another, even school. But Emily’s followers wouldn’t know, because it wasn’t allowed.
As she selected her name and prepared to go live, she wondered again why her school couldn’t be more progressive. She knew of schools in other districts that encouraged streaming, especially in class, saying it provided accountability and safety for both teachers and students. Apparently her school didn’t see it that way though, because they were a bunch of old school hicks.
Emily smiled as she saw a digital queue forming. Her loyal followers, waiting to ride along with her. There seemed to be more than usual today. She was ready for them. She'd been thinking about what to do and say all day. She pressed her finger to the screen, and opened her senses up to whoever wanted to ride along.
In another part of town, Bob, a man in his late forties, had gotten home early from work, and was now going from one ride along to the next. When he found his last two meetings had been canceled, he excitedly rushed home to enjoy an empty house. This solitude enabled him to do the ride alongs he wanted, ones that were generally frowned upon from people like his wife. But he knew lots of people that had the same desire he did, to experience what it felt like to be the opposite sex.
The second he had gotten home, he locked the doors, closed the curtains, and turned on the large monitor in his living room. He went to the World of Consciousness website and began to scroll through women that might interest him. There were lots of women that allowed people to ride along while they were doing all sorts of things, from shopping, cooking, cleaning, working out, and much more. But Bob’s tastes were very specific. He was looking for the streamers that were doing anything remotely sexual. His favorites were the sexy challenges that streamers often did.
Trends and challenges sprang up all the time on World of Consciousness. They usually took the form of a dance, a specific pose, or a challenge. A lot of them were harmless and silly. But several skirted the edges of teasing and provocative, like putting on skin tight leather pants and then streaming hands that ran up and down them.
Other challenges went way past provocative, like the ice cube challenge. Ladies most often did this one. They would schedule a time, and a few million people, mostly men, would log on to experience it. It involved a streamer going to their ice box, and taking out a single ice cube. They’d hold it between their fingers, letting everyone connected to them feel the cold, and see it through the streamer’s eyes.
Then everything would disappear as the streamer closed their eyes. The ride alongs couldn’t see the ice cube, but could tell its destination seconds later. They could feel a shirt being lifted, and a hand brushing past a soft belly, reaching higher and higher, until it came to an obstruction of even softer flesh. The ice would ride along a curve, until it found a very sensitive nipple that would stiffen at the cold. The streamer would leave it on there as long as they could bear, some letting it melt completely. The ride alongs felt it all, including the arousal that most streamers had when doing the challenge. And then the stream would end, and most ride alongs would log off in order to have some quality alone time.
Nudity was allowed, but not openly advertised. Actual sex acts could get you banned if it was reported to a moderator and they witnessed it in real time. That didn’t stop it from happening though. Every so often, a person would begin streaming thirty seconds or so before achieving climax. These were extremely popular, but it was a classic case of being in the right place at the right time.
Bob had been searching for a sexy ride along, but was striking out, and he knew he was running out of time. He had jumped into a woman who was swimming in a bikini, but she logged off before he could fully appreciate the cool water on her body. He experienced a girl that was on a date at a movie. He felt what it was like to sit there in anticipation, waiting for the guy to make a move. It hadn’t taken long. A muscular, hairy arm went behind the girl’s head, and a heavy hand briefly found purchase on her shoulder. But the second he felt fingers begin to slip lower on her dress and land on top of the girl’s exposed cleavage, she logged off.
Oftentimes, Bob felt that the pervier ride alongs like himself must experience a tremendous case of blue balls. There was a lot of teasing out there. A lot of sifting through coal to find that one diamond. But right before he was about to give up, he found it. The video on the monitor that displayed what the streamer was seeing was shaky at best, but it was no doubt someone in the throes of passion. And judging by a brief glimpse of boob, the streamer was a woman. She was riding some guy. Bob connected to it immediately.
So many sensations washed over him in an instant as he connected to the woman’s stream. He felt her hips moving rhythmically as they rolled from right to left. He felt her hands on a hard stomach. He heard her moans, and smelled the sweat of two intermingled bodies. When she opened her eyes a moment later, he saw long dark hair in her/his peripheral vision, and then got an eyeful of two large breasts as she purposefully looked down.
What stood out though for Bob, was the intense feelings happening between her legs. It was a sensation completely foreign to him as a man. The pleasure of being filled and stretched in an orifice he did not have. That was his favorite part, to feel something he couldn’t any other way. He knew his dick would most likely be hard when he came back, if he hadn’t already blown his load.
The woman was so close to orgasm. He felt her speed up on top of the man. Felt her trying to have him as deep inside as possible. A sensation was growing, building, coming on like an avalanche.
And that’s when he heard it. The familiar sound of a key in a lock, and the turning of a knob. He wouldn’t have been able to hear if it had been a normal ride along. A person often had to be shaken before they knew someone was trying to get their attention. But since Bob didn’t want to get caught by his family, he always had his in person auditory settings turned up so he could hear if someone was approaching.
His mind fought to stay in that woman, to ride the wave of ecstasy that was dominating his senses. But instinct told him to panic and get out and act like he wasn’t a giant pervert that loved riding along in women about to climax. His instinct won, but barely. One of these days it wouldn’t, and he’d have some explaining to do. But this time, he thought the word exit, and his physical body jerked slightly, and he was back, aware of his own body. He looked down, and saw that he did indeed have a giant erection.
As he heard the front door open, he glanced at the time. As happened to him often while browsing through streamers, hours had felt like minutes. He had been hopping from streamer to streamer for over three hours. So it made perfect sense that his teenage daughter would be home. But that still didn’t seem right. She had sports or cheer or something. He was not the world’s best father, but he knew should have had at least another hour to ride along in a bevvy of hot women! Bob wanted to interrogate his daughter on why she had ruined his good time, but he needed his dick to soften first. For that reason, he stayed low on the couch and turned off the screen.
As the front door closed, he heard his daughter, Avery, say, “We have to hurry. She doesn’t always stay streaming for very long.”
“I know,” another female voice agreed. “Are we using it in your living room?”
“No. My room. We don’t want to be interrupted when my parents get home, especially for what we’re about to do.”
Bob realized that his daughter didn’t know he was home, as his car was in the garage. He was about to reveal himself, when his daughter’s next words stopped him cold.
“We are going to make a fool out of Emily, from inside her very own body. Oh I can’t wait!”
As he heard footsteps retreat to Avery’s room, Bob had several questions. The first of which was, how exactly were they going to make a fool out of this Emily from inside her body. But also, wasn’t Avery friends with Emily? They’d both been on the cheerleading all through high school. There must have been some fallout at some point. He needed to know more, especially about that first part. He moved quickly and quietly towards his daughter’s bedroom.
The door to Avery’s room opened a crack, and he easily heard the friend say, “Okay, what do we have to do to make this work?”
“Okay, when Preston sold it to me, he said I just needed to beam it from my phone to the computer after I got on. Here, let me just…there. I’m logged in. And now I should just need to…”
“And you’re sure we won’t get in trouble?”
“For the hundredth time, Leah, Preston said this program was masked from World’s moderators. It’s untraceable. They’ll think it’s actually Emily the entire time. Now do you want to get back at her for being such a bitch, or are you chickening out?”
“I’m not!” Leah exclaimed at last. “Let’s…let’s do it.”
“Great. Now let me do a search. And look, there she is, showing the world how pretty and perfect she always is.”
“What are you supposed to do now?” Leah asked.
“Well I am going to connect to her via ride along, and when I’m in, you hit this button right here, and then I should be in control.”
“How’s that work anyway?” Leah asked.
Avery laughed. “It like, I don’t know, routes my parietal stuff through her signal. Instead of me hopping onto her upload, I upload on top of her, and become the dominant signal, but everyone will think it’s her doing it.”
“That is amazing. How much did Preston charge you again?”
“He didn’t charge me anything for it,” Avery winked. “I gave him a handjob in the school parking lot, and he put it on my phone for free. Now stop talking to me or we’re going to miss our window.”
A lot of thoughts were jumbling up in Bob’s brain, like the fact that his daughter had casually given a boy a hand job. But more important was this illicit program. There was no way it could do what they were implying. There was only one way to find out. He snuck back to the living room and searched for Emily. Thousands of Emily’s popped up, and he cursed himself for not remembering her last name. He refined his search to a twenty mile radius, and a dozen popped up. He narrowed the search to a five mile radius, and that narrowed it down to two.
One Emily appeared to be a mother, as she was playing with her two kids. She was probably streaming for grandparents, a common occurrence. They could ride along and play with their grandkids like they were in the room with them. The other option showed a typical teenage girl’s room. That had to be it. He selected it, and joined the stream as an observer.
Emily knew that she could have so many more followers if she would embrace her sexuality the way so many other streamers her age did. She had considered it. She really liked the fame, and the knowledge that people were right there with her, riding along and experiencing the world through her eyes. But she was not yet willing to wear the skin tight clothes or the short skirts or do the more daring and provocative challenges. Maybe next year when she was in college. For now, she’d stick with something more akin to a PG-13 rating.
She liked to move around when she was streaming. She was proud of her tight, young body, and knew that was why a lot of people rode along with her. They wanted to feel young again, or know what it was like to have a body that was in shape. She would do yoga, or dance to music, or on special occasions like today, she would perform cheer routines in her cheerleader uniform. This always gave her a spike in followers, and she needed that ego boost today. She was on the outs with a couple of her so called friends. It was their own fault. They had tried to usurp her authority as cheer captain, and she had threated to kick them off the team. After they called her a few choice names, she called practice early and warned them to come to heel or their cheer season was done.
Their friendship had become more adversarial when she got captain. Hopefully Avery and Leah just needed time to cool down. They’d fall in line, probably. If they didn’t she would have to do the unthinkable and kick them out of cheer. She really hoped it wouldn’t come to that. But she wasn’t going to dwell on all that drama at the moment.
Instead, she focused on her large computer screen, now in mirror mode, and put everything she had into a series of complex cheer routines. As she chanted the familiar words of school spirit that proclaimed the superiority of her alma mater, she was aware of her footwork. The way her smooth legs kicked and danced. Her muscles strained, but she did not grow tired. Her hips gyrated, and her taut stomach rolled. Her forehead and bare arms glistened with a thin sheen of sweat.
It was a workout for sure, but people must’ve thought she was doing a good job, as she saw the digital number of ride alongs in the corner of her screen climb higher. She might break her personal best for total ride alongs today. She’d go as long as she could, but realized there was one thing she should have taken care of before she had rushed to log on. She should have peed. The more she moved, the more her bladder told her the clock was ticking.
A few miles away, Avery’s head jerked, and she grinned at her friend. “Holy shit it works! Did you see me?”
“I didn’t see you make her do anything embarrassing,” Leah complained.
“Well, I started small,” Avery said excitedly. “I wanted to make sure I could control her body, and I totally could! I just rode along for half a minute, but when she started that last cheer, I made her leg kick in the wrong direction. Didn’t you notice?”
“Oh, no, I didn’t. Do you think Emily did?”
Avery shook her head. “I don’t think so. She just kept right on going with the routine. Preston said at the start, if I’m subtle enough, she might not know I’m even there. Like, if I did something small, like, say if she went to press a button and I stopped her right before she did it, she’d think she pressed that button. That’s something I’ll make good use of before she logs out, which should be real soon.”
Leah arched a curious eyebrow. “How do you know that?”
“Because little miss perfect has to pee. And you know she wouldn’t want her ride alongs to be a part of something like that.”
“That might be taking things too far,” Leak protested. But then she saw that Avery hadn’t heard her. She was already back in.
Bob was not complaining. He was enjoying the show. A beautiful, dark haired vixen in a cheerleader outfit was performing routines. What wasn’t there to love. He got to experience all five of her senses as she strutted and danced. But it was pretty mild stuff, especially compared to that erotic encounter earlier. He knew she wouldn’t be going much longer, because he could feel the girl’s full bladder. Some people loved to stream that sort of thing too, but he didn’t think Emily was that kind of girl.
He figured he was right as she finished her routine and relaxed a little. He felt the tension flow out of her, as she seemed like she was done and about to log out. She breathed hard, and he could feel her pulling deep draughts of air into her lungs. Then she waved to herself in the mirrored screen, and mouthed goodbye. Then she pressed the corner of the screen, and the World of Consciousness options came up. She went to press the log off button to stop the stream. She went to, but she didn’t actually press it. Her finger hovered directly over it, but it never made contact. She apparently thought she did, because her other hand minimized the screen, and she darted from the room.
As Bob continued to ride along, he felt a new urgency. It emanated from her groin, as she prepared to relieve herself. She thought she had logged off. But she hadn’t. This had become a pretty classic faux pas. One many a streamer had done, where they forgot to log off and then used the toilet. But Bob wondered if she had forgotten, because it sure seemed like she had attempted it.
As Emily entered the small bathroom and angled herself above the toilet, Bob felt her knees bend. At the same time, her thumbs slid her cheer skirt, skivvies, and panties down in one fluid motion. And then Bob felt something that he didn’t know could ever feel so erotic. He felt Emily’s bare ass touch the cold porcelain. He felt her release herself, and the pleasure that one feels as that internal pressure gives away. And he felt her hand reach for a piece of bath tissue, and wipe at the damp area, and then linger ever so slightly.
She stood up abruptly, and pulled her skirt back up in one smooth motion. As she flushed the toilet and went to wash her hands, Emily missed it, and so did Bob. Her cheer skirt was on. But her panties and skivvies remained on the floor. This was not her fault. Avery had held down the other garments with her foot, and Emily had thought she had pulled them all up. She had certainly meant to, but she hadn’t. She was focused on getting back to the monitor and looking at her statistics on the website.
But Emily would soon know something was very amiss, and it wouldn’t just be a draft about her legs. As she returned to her room, she saw her screen flashing that she had an incoming message. She picked up her phone and read it. It was from her boyfriend, Jim. He always rode along with her stream. It helped her feel close to him, knowing that he could feel what it was like to be her. He always complimented her in whatever she did. And now he probably wanted to come over and try to talk her out of her uniform.
But his message didn’t compliment her, or ask to come over and make out. It simply said three words. Three terrifying words. “You’re still streaming.”
She felt her heart quicken, and her breathing became short and shallow. Jim had to be messing with her. She’d kill him for that. But as her eyes went to her computer screen, she saw that World of Consciousness was minimized at the bottom of the screen. That couldn’t be right. She had logged off and then closed out of the browser. She knew she had. She told herself that a few more times as her finger touched the screen. As she dragged her finger upwards, the streaming website reappeared.
Her eyes darted across the screen, and she saw the horrible truth. She was definitely still logged in. And her followers had just been there when she… She shoved that thought out of her mind and looked at her numbers. She had indeed set a new record for herself, and more were logging on by the second. There was also a line of new comments making very explicit requests of her, the kind that get you suspended from streaming. As her finger dove for the log off button, she hoped the moderators hadn’t witnessed any of it. If they had, she hoped they could tell that it had been an accident.
As she hit the button, her eyes stayed on the numbers that continued to go up and up. She didn’t understand that. The number of ride alongs should have stopped increasing when she logged off. She had pressed the button, just like she swore she did last time. But they kept going. She looked at her finger, still hovering over the button, and tried to press it again. But then, for perhaps the first time, she saw that her finger never actually touched the screen.
And then her mind became alight with new fear, as she watched her finger, completely unbidden by her, initiate the screen’s mirror mode. She hadn’t meant to, or wanted to, do that. What she wanted was to stop streaming. More than anything, she wanted to stop, and to call her boyfriend, and maybe her parents. She wanted out, and away from the people that she knew could see and feel everything she was doing.
Instead of escaping from streaming, her body took a step back, and her face grinned menacingly in the mirrored surface. Her hand even gave herself a little wave. But his wasn’t her. She wasn’t doing any of it. Someone was making her do this. But how?
“I hope all of you enjoyed my bathroom break,” her voice said cheerily. “I know I don’t normally do stuff like that, but I’m feeling extra pervy today. So what should I do next?” She took a moment to look at some comments. “Wow, a lot of you are giving great suggestions. There’s some pretty kinky ideas in here too. It looks like a lot of you have been just waiting for me to slut it up! Well today’s your lucky day.”
Emily watched as her hand drifted up uniform on the side, and she felt only bare skin there. She wasn’t wearing anything under her skirt! Her hand let the skirt fall back down, but then she performed a quick circle that caused it to billow up around her. She had felt air all around her crotch and ass, and so had everyone else. Then she felt her hand cover her breasts and begin to alternately grope each one. Emily was sickened as she realized thousands of people were essentially feeling her up right now.
“I am a huge slut, you know,” Emily’s voice continued. “Don’t believe me? Well keep riding with me today, and I’ll show you how much. Feel free to invite more people too. Everyone at my school, everyone in this podunk town, hell, invite everyone in the country. I want them to see me, to feel how turned on I’m about to be with all of you inside me.”
Emily watched the corner of the screen that showed the numbers. They were spiking. Probably around the time she peed, a flood of invites had already gone out.
“But let’s not jump into the deep end right away,” her voice purred. “Let’s start with something small. Anyone got something they’d like to feel me do to this body?”
A comment popped up, and Emily knew that whoever was controlling her saw it, because her voice giggled, and then said, “Ice cube challenge. That’d be perfect.” Her fingers went back to her computer screen, and shared her display with every monitor in the house. Then she winked at herself and said, “Let’s go then.”
Her body whirled around and left her bedroom. Emily realized whoever this was knew the layout of her house, because she walked right to the kitchen. She strode with purpose towards the refrigerator, and opened the freezer. She pulled out the ice maker, and extracted a single cube. Emily had never done this challenge, as a streamer, or a ride along. But she knew what was supposed to happen. She was extremely relieved when her fingers put the ice cube onto the counter. It had been a bluff. Whoever it was only wanted to torture her with erotic possibilities, that was all.
Then Emily heard herself say, “We should do this right.” She opened a drawer and picked up the remote for the large kitchen monitor. She turned on the screen, and Emily’s reflection smiled back again.
Emily saw her arms cross and her fingers clutch her cheer top. She tried to fight it, tried to resist, but it was as if she was a ride along in her own body. The top came off over her head, revealing her boyfriend’s favorite leopard print bra. Whoever was controlling her took a second to make sure her hair was still perfect, and then she looked intently at the rolling comments in the corner of the screen.
“What’s that? I should lose the bra too? Well, yes, I guess that would help in this challenge. But the ice cube challenge is about feeling the goods, not seeing them. So excuse me while I turn around.”
Being as people had been there when she wiped her pussy, she wasn’t sure how much modesty she had left, but she was still glad that she wasn’t just getting naked for everyone to see. She felt her body turn from the monitor, then felt hands reach behind, and expertly unfasten her bra. It had to be a girl that had taken over her body. A guy would have struggled with it. And it had to be a girl that had been in her house several times, especially to know exactly where the kitchen remote was.
As her breasts became exposed, Emily felt her nipples stiffen a little at the change in temperature. She knew that everyone watching her stream could feel it as well. She feared they would soon feel much, much more.
Thankfully, her eyes drifted upwards so as not to see the large breasts that her boyfriend loved to try and touch all the time. She felt her fingers pick up the ice cube. They brought it up into her field of vision, and she looked at it for several seconds. Then she felt her tongue stick out, and she licked it. Emily sensed the cold in her mouth. She heard her tongue be much louder than normal, as whoever was controlling her made sure to click the sides of her mouth and repeatedly wet her lips. Finally, she heard herself say, “Ooh, that’s going to feel nice on my hot body.”
And then Emily couldn’t see the ice cube anymore, because she had closed her eyes. But she knew where it was going. She felt the cold, wet surface land on top of her collar bone, and begin to slide down. She did not expect the spike of arousal her body felt. It was betraying her. Whoever was in control was actually getting off on this. The ice cube reached the top of her right boob, and a tiny trickle of water raced ahead, sending a delicious chill down her spine.
Right before the cube got to the center of her voluptuous breast, it changed course, and began to make a circle around the edge of her areola. “Can everyone feel this? I can see why this challenge is so popular. I can’t believe I haven’t done it until now.”
The ice cube abruptly left her right boob, and the same journey was made on her left. The heat from her body was making it melt rapidly. It dropped from her grasp on the third trip around her left areola.
“Oh poo,” she whined, but then giggled. “Good thing there’s plenty more.”
Her eyes opened so she could see the refrigerator door handle. Her gaze was a little too low though for Emily’s liking. She couldn’t see her boobs, but could see the tips of two very erect nipples in her peripheral vision, which meant everyone else could too.
She felt her hands pluck out two ice cubes, and instead of waiting, both were shoved right onto both of her tits. Much to Emily’s dismay, this caused a spike of pleasure that rippled through her.
And then her body slowly turned and faced the monitor. Her hands barely contained her boobs, and her palms pressed the ice hard into her tits, making them feel both pleasure and pain.
“Oh, I see you’ve been busy inviting people,” her voice said in what Emily could have only described as that of a porn star. “Wow, over a million of you now. That didn’t take too long.”
Emily felt her fingers drum along the top of her boobs.
“I know what I said earlier, you know, about this challenge being about, like, feeling and not seeing. But you’ve all been an amazing audience so far, so I think it’s only fair if I let you get a peak, or maybe an eyeful.”
Slowly, painfully slowly, her hands came down, and two very stiff and pointy pink nipples came into view. Her fingers gave one of them a painful pinch. “Man, I really have a smoking body, don’t I? I bet I use it to lord over everyone and get people to do my bidding. Because that’s the kind of stuck up horny bitch I am.”
At these words, Emily knew it had to be Avery. She had called her a stuck up bitch yesterday. She had motive. She knew the layout of her house. It all made sense. Emily couldn’t believe Avery could stoop this low. She wanted to beg her to stop. But she couldn’t say anything.
As if the girl could read her thoughts, Emily’s voice said, “I know what you’re probably thinking. Someone should stop me, should keep me from ruining my stellar reputation as a perfect, homecoming queen type. But no one’s going to, because no one wants to. Look, even your… I mean, my boyfriend is still logged in. He’s seeing and feeling everything right now, aren’t you baby? I bet you’re so hard for me. I bet you want my hand to go down here, don’t you?” she asked as she bit her lip and dropped a hand below her skirt to the place she knew was plenty wet and ready. As a cold finger made its way into her pussy, she panted, “Can all of you feel that? This girl wants it. It’s a pity there’s no one to-”
In one of those cataclysmic moments of timing, Emily heard the front door open. In her current lack of clothing, her instinct told her to drop down to the floor and hide behind the counter. She wanted to race back to her room. She wanted to put her fucking bra on! But her body didn’t care about her instinct, and did none of those things. Instead, her hand calmly picked up the remote, and turned the kitchen monitor off.
“Who’s there?” her voice asked innocently.
“It’s me,” a male voice answered.
Emily wanted to die. It was Mike, her loser step brother. He was home from work. He had dropped out of college a year ago and he had come back to live with them. He had taken a job at a factory, one where he had to do a lot of lifting, and had developed a lot of muscle. This was something Avery had commented on more than once when she had been over. He had flirted back a little, but as far as Emily knew, nothing more had ever happened. These were things she knew, but didn’t care about right then. All she cared about was finding a place to hide forever, or at the very least cover up her body. She hoped Avery was done. She had had her fun, but now it should be over.
Emily’s body, however, still did not move. “Come to the kitchen, Mike,” her voice invited sweetly.
No one could hear her, but as a ride along in her own body, Emily was screaming in protest as Mike walked into the kitchen.
“What’s up, Em-” was as far as he got. His mouth fell open and his eyes weren’t the only thing that bulged as he took in the sight of her.
With her hands still covering her ample breasts, she looked at him with a predatory smile and said, “Hey Mike.”
After Mike’s brain rebooted, he realized he was full on leering at his step sister. He turned around and faced the wall and stammered, “Why are you walking around naked?”
“I was doing a stream, big brother,” she replied innocently. “The ice cube challenge. Have you heard of it?”
Mike had. He’d never experienced it. That wasn’t really his thing. But he knew what it entailed. “Are you kidding me right now? Mom and dad would kill you if they knew you were streaming that! And aren’t you supposed to keep your shirt on when you do that?”
As he was talking, he hadn’t heard her approach. Before he knew what was happening, she grabbed the back of his sweaty work shirt and lifted it up, exposing his muscular back. As soon as his skin was exposed, she said, “But then you couldn’t feel these.”
Mike felt two hard tips mingle with his sweaty back, and then two mounds of softness followed them. His breath caught as he understood that her boobs were mashed against his skin. He went to step forward, but her arms clung to him. He felt her nose press against his upper back, and heard her sniff him.
He smelled like a man who had been doing hard labor all day. “You need a shower bro,” she teased. “You stink.”
“I…yeah, I was going to, uh, you should let me go.”
She held him. He didn’t try to break away. Avery knew that Mike must be loving the feel of Emily’s body against his, step sister or no. That meant she had him. “Are you just going to wash your body?”
Mike gulped. “That’s, yeah, that was the plan.”
A hand went down and wrapped around his hard dick. She began to stroke it through his jeans. “Are you sure that’s all you’re going to do?”
Mike ignored the thrill that ran through his body, and spun around. He put his hands on Emily’s shoulders, and pushed her a step back. His eyes briefly took in her exposed boobs before finding her face. He needed to focus on her eyes.
“What’s gotten into you?” he snapped.
Her seductive smile did not falter as she placed one of her hands over his, and slowly, deliberately, dragged it down to her boobs. “I think the better question is, who would like to get into me?” And then she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him.
Her lips meant resistance at first. But as her tongue darted out and wet Mike’s lips, they parted as well, and her tongue was given full access. Emily’s eyes closed, but a growing audience didn’t mind. They felt a body that was on fire with lust. A heart that beat faster. Hot, wet mouths colliding. The feeling of a strong arm that began to caress and squeeze wherever it could reach.
Even as Mike’s hands groped Emily’s body, he tried to voice reason between kisses. “We can’t do this.”
Emily’s hands unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. As she pulled down the top of his underwear, a throbbing cock sprang out. “Wow! I think we can. See. You’re all ready.” She slipped a hand under her skirt, and then brought it out and showed him two wet fingers. “I’m all ready too.” She put them in her mouth and sucked on her juices.
He gaped at her, but still threw out another line of defense. “Our parents will be home soon.”
She put her freshly lubricated hand on his dick and stroked it. “Well then you’d better hurry it up.”
He stared unbelievingly, and then asked one last, lingering question. “I thought you hated me?”
“I’ll go back to hating you later,” she smiled. She spun around and leaned against the kitchen counter. Then she flipped up her skirt, aiming a soaking wet pussy right at him. “Now are you going to fuck me or what?”
Every bit of rationale telling Mike this was a bad idea was shoved into a mental box and buried forever. He lowered his jeans and underwear enough to step out of them, then grabbed Emily’s hips. He steadied her, then guided his cock into her tight opening. She gasped, and wasn’t the only one, as over ten million experienced the penetration.
Avery felt Mike go in as far as he was able from his position. It wasn’t enough. She swung one of Emily’s legs all the way up onto the counter, an easy feat of dexterity for her. She was spread even wider for him now. Emily’s voice gave an appreciative moan as Mike entered her again, even deeper than before.
Mike started off gentle at first, but as his need for her grew, he squeezed her harder, pounded her faster. The fatigue he came home with after a long day’s work vanished, and his muscles found a new reservoir of energy. His step sister wanted to tease him and act like a slut, he’d give her what she had coming.
A thought occurred to him a few minutes in as his balls began to tighten. Was she still streaming? There was no way. She wouldn’t do anything so brazenly stupid. Something like that would wreck her life. But what if she were? What if people were riding along inside as he plowed his step sister? That thought frightened him, but also added to the pleasure. It drove him even deeper, harder, faster.
“That’s right, give it to me!” Emily’s voice demanded. “Fuck me bro! Give it to your horny sister! I’m such a slut! I always have been! I pretend to be perfect, but this is all I think about! Getting railed by you and anyone else with a massive dick like yours.”
Mike interrupted her with a warning. “I’ve got to pull out or I’m going to-”
“Don’t you fucking dare! Leave it in! I want to feel you drip out of me!”
“Oh. Oh!” was Mike’s only rebuttal.
Emily felt it. The quickened throb of Mike’s cock as his seed painted her insides. The sudden warmth that filled her womb. The intense, primal pleasure it gave every part of her body. She hated it, and hated how much her body loved it.
She brought her leg down, and a trickle of spunk ran down her inner thigh. She grinned at him, then hopped up on the counter. Her bare ass felt the cold of the marble surface. Avery knew she had stayed longer than she should. She needed to get out. But she had been near the mountain top, and thought she could reach the summit with minimal effort.
“You’re not done, bro.”
Mike was panting now. His strength was fading. He wanted to sit down. “Look. I’m sorry. That should have never happened.”
“Oh we’re way past sorry,” she challenged. “Now get me off or I tell mom and dad.”
Mike heard her say this, and it sounded wrong in his ears. She never called his father “dad.” She always called him Kurt. Always had since he had married Emily’s mom. It was a fleeting thought that he would dwell on later, but right then, her threat got the majority of his attention.
“Really?” he asked skeptically. “You’d tell our parents what we just did?”
“Only if you don’t finish what you started,” she said as she spread her legs.
He narrowed his eyes and stared at her, wondering what had gotten into her today. Then he said, “Fuck it I guess.”
He began to kiss her again, and fondled her with one hand, while his other made its way to her pussy. His fingers slipped inside at first, and after pumping them in and out of her several times, he withdrew them and found her clit. He rubbed her gently for a minute, and then applied more force. She began to tremble in his hands.
“Oh yeah! Right there!” she said appreciatively as her butt squirmed on the counter. “Oh this body feels so good.”
Mike thought that was an odd thing to say, but made no comment. He was focused on the task at hand. As her breathing sped up, and her moans grew louder, he leaned closer and put his mouth on one of her tits. Then he gently bit down with his teeth. That sent her over the edge, and she cried out, shook and spasmed, then finally collapsed into his arms.
He held her for a few seconds, then said firmly, “Okay, uh, I’ll clean the counter and you put some clothes on.”
She leaned forward and pointed towards his crotch. “But look who got all excited again.”
Mike looked. Sure enough. Fingerbanging his step sister had got him all worked up. “I, I’ll be fine. We need to-”
“Take me to the couch,” she ordered sweetly.
“I’m not going to-”
“I’ll tell our parents,” she sang as she let the skirt drop to the floor. Fully naked, she hopped down and led him by the dick into the living room, where she laid down onto the couch. “C’mon. Right here.”
Over fifteen million people watched as Mike looked her up and down. They could feel the conflict roiling inside of him. The good sense to pack it up and walk away. The trapped feeling of what might happen if he didn’t do what she said. And the desire to be back inside her hot body again. Since it seemed the pros outweighed the cons, he positioned himself on top of her, and easily slid back inside.
Her pussy welcomed his cock like an old friend. Mike took it slower this time, partially because he was tired, but also because his dick was in no hurry. They kissed and fondled each other as they pleased. He found that she loved to grab his ass with both hands and try to pull him in as far as he could go. Several minutes later, she came before he did. As she cried out in bliss, he followed suit. Then he collapsed on top of her, and they both lay there panting for breath.
Then for the second time that day, Emily knew the worst kind of terror as the front door opened again.
Mike heard it and tried to bolt. But Emily’s arms grasped him and refused to let go. “What the hell!” he hissed. “If they see us, we’re dead! Let me get clothes on and you run to your room!”
But it was as if he were talking to a brick wall. She just smiled at him, and held on to him like an anchor.
Emily’s mother saw them first. She shrieked, which brought her father quickly to her side. His face went red, and he looked like he was about to yell or throw something, but before he got the chance, Emily heard herself gush, “Hey Mom and Dad, I think you should know, Mike and I are in love! Isn’t that great?”
A few seconds later, Avery was laughing her ass off, and asking if Leah had seen it all go down. She had, but couldn’t answer because she was laughing too.
As she wiped away tears, Avery wondered aloud, “Oh man! You think Emily’s parents are going to let her live?”
“Well we can find out,” Leah shouted. “She’s still streaming.”
Emily suddenly found that she was back in control of her body. Just in time for her to get the reaming of a lifetime. She tried to defend herself, to yell that it wasn’t her. Someone had been making her do this.
Her step father had laughed mockingly at that, and sarcastically asked his son, “Was someone making you fuck your sister?”
“Step sister,” Emily corrected. And that had made both parents yell at the same time, and louder than before.
Eventually she was allowed to leave. She wrapped the blanket her mother had covered her with tighter around her body, and trudged back to her room. When she saw her monitor, she realized she was still streaming. Her numbers had peaked at just over twenty million ride alongs. They had rapidly declined around the time her parents started yelling, but she wondered if any who stayed would believe what she had said about not being in control.
She also saw that her account had been flagged. The second she stopped streaming, she would be banned for some arbitrary period of time. That was alright with her. She doubted she’d ever stream again.
Bob had exited when the parents started yelling, but he had needed time to clean up. He had ejaculated in his jeans, and there was a large wet spot on his crotch. He grabbed a dirty pair of jeans from the laundry room. Comparatively, they were not dirty in the slightest. He wore them sans underwear, and then smoothed his shirt down. Then he strode towards his daughter’s room.
Avery and Leah were still laughing and celebrating over destroying the life of their former friend. Bob knew what they had done. He wanted to ground her forever for doing something like that. But he wanted something else even more. He didn’t knock, but shoved the door open and stepped into Avery’s room.
“Avery, I just got a call from the school,” he lied. “Someone came forward about you giving a boy a handjob in the parking lot. You’re grounded.”
Avery’s face went red. Leah scrambled to her feet and looked at Bob for permission to leave. He stood aside so she could go, and she didn’t hesitate.
“Dad, I-”
“I don’t want to hear it! I’m very disappointed in you. Now give me your phone.”
Avery looked stricken at that command. “But-”
“Now!” Bob bellowed.
She picked it up off her bed and looked at the screen, then touched it with her thumb. “Real quick, let me just-”
But he snatched it from her before she could do anything, and stomped out of the room. He went into his bedroom and locked the door. He opened the phone screen and opened her files. There it was. There was the program that would give him control of another person’s senses. It was his. He could use it to take over any streamer. The possibilities washed over him. .
He’d call in sick tomorrow, and maybe the day after that. Maybe the rest of the week. Every streamer in the world was his to explore. His biggest decision now, was deciding which person to take over first.
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A hacker accidentally transfers his consciousness into a milf.
Author's note: This story is connected to the Shudder universe. You do not have to read Shudder first to understand it, but it will help you appreciate some of the characters you'll meet along the way.
In the near future, it wasn't a third world war that threatened to end humanity. It was the internal violence and unrest within each country that almost lead to the extinction of mankind. The state of the world under the control of increasingly corrupt politicians and dictators had led to the forming of a few peaceful protests. Those few had become dozens and then hundreds and thousands and the word peaceful was soon abandoned. Civil wars sprang up everywhere and leaders worldwide were brought down. Millions of lives were lost and those left when the dust settled wondered how long it would be until it all happened again.
Charismatic leaders of science and technology stepped in with a way that could end mankind's destructive cycle. Corporations, sensing opportunity, funded research that promised to put a stop to the violent tendencies of mankind. This was done in exchange for information vital to increasing their profit margins. They promised peace, as long as everyone was willing to part with their privacy. Most were still shell shocked enough from the recent atrocities that they readily agreed if it meant an end to crime and war. Corporations swayed dissenters by offering discounts on their products. Part with your privacy and save a dollar. With this logic in mind, a permanent solution was made to better manage a potentially volatile populace.
Everyone that had supported this new endeavor received free of charge exciting new cybernetic enhancements. People were opened up and chips and circuits were added to brain matter and optic nerves. Glasses were no longer needed and cancer and diseases were detected early enough to stop it almost every time. Other benefits were promised down the road but mainly safety was touted as the main reason everyone should get on board. Every person was essentially a camera. If you committed a crime, there were witnesses, you could be tracked. You would be found and stopped, usually permanently. Crime was now almost impossible to get away with, which drastically improved morale.
A surgery was required but the outward affects were completely hidden to the naked eye except for one piece that was purposeless left exposed. At the center of the neck, a flat square that looked like glass poked out of the skin. From it, a dull, red light could be seen. It was only a square inch but it was always on, sending a constant signal. The excuse for it being visible was that it would decrease possible interference that might have occurred if it resided inside the body. But the real reason was for authorities to be able to judge at a glance if you were a part of the new regime that was dedicated to a peaceful existence.
The new scientific solution for peace came to be known as Peace of Mind, or POM for short. Corporations gave discounts for food, utilities, fuel, everything they could for those who adopted POM early on. For everyone else, the prices went up, driving more and more to receive what was becoming a necessity. But what really silenced the naysayers was the swift drop in crime. The one thing POM did well was remind people that someone could be watching them anytime. It was always there, always watching. Every crime as soon as it was reported, no matter how big or small, was dealt with by the authorities and punishments were quick and severe. Lawyers became irrelevant, as did juries and courthouses. The evidence was always right there, impossible to refute.
After five years, POM became mandatory for every citizen eighteen and older. This was argued by many, but the statistics did not lie and the advantages seemed to outweigh the disadvantages. It was helping bring lasting peace to a fragmented society, and since privacy did not matter to most anymore, it became illegal to not have a red light visible on the back of your neck. Those that wanted peace had won. The corporations that wanted to know everything about everybody at all times were the real winners though, and they vowed to keep the population happy and tranquil as long as they bought their products.
Many would be anarchists tried to hack their POM or someone helpful volunteer, either through POM's wireless network, or by dissecting the cybernetics themselves and rewiring them. The network had thus far been a dead end. Those that were opened up and explored were also a dead end but in the physical sense that the test subjects were no longer alive anymore. All attempts to put the cybernetics back in place and sew up the human guinea pig failed spectacularly and always lead to the arrest and punishment of the person who tried.
A breach was bound to happen eventually. What was surprising was that it's security held out for almost ten years, which seems like forever with advances in technology. At least, it used to, but that progress had slowed, even halted for a time during the uprisings. Now a new century was right around the corner, and there still weren't flying cars or artificial intelligence. It was almost the same as it had been at the beginning of the 21st century as it had been at the end of it. But now the world had POM, creating exciting new advancements in technology to get them back on track. Peace was here, peace that could last. At least until one disgruntled eighteen year old with some lines of code threatened to put the world's potential utopia at risk.
All that had been learned about POM's system and enhancements was posted on the web if you knew where to look, but after five years of failure, most had given up. But Adam Holland was either too young or too foolish to care about the short comings of those before him. As his eighteenth birthday had approached, he became more and more obsessed with the thought of hacking that which everyone said was impossible. He constantly reviewed the message boards of those that had tried, both in POM's network, and the cyber ware inside the minds that had been opened up.
Adam had dedicated his life to hacking and had gotten very good at it. He knew every time he did he was breaking the law and now that his POM had been surgically installed a week ago on his eighteenth birthday, he knew that from then on there was a record of it. He also knew that it was like getting audited by the internal revenue service. Chances were always good nobody was monitoring you, unless a crime had been committed by or near you, then everyone in the surrounding area had their recent histories played back remotely.
So Adam kept to himself in his room, away from any excitement and far from anything that could even resemble the appearance of illegal. He still lived with his parents. He had few friends and had graduated school early so there he was, day in and day out, committing crime on his computer at locations far away that could not be easily traced back to him.
What Adam was most proud of were the programs he had written himself. The one he had been working on the longest was the one he hoped would thwart POM itself. He called it Mind Hack and if it worked the way he hoped it would, it would grant him access to every part of POM, enabling him to hide or delete his presence completely from the powers that be. Mind Hack would not attack POM directly, or try to sneak in a back way, like most had before him. Rather, his program appeared to be a part of their system and only worked because Adam was newly registered in their servers, which gave it an opportunity to enter through the front door.
Adam knew this was a part of POM's controlling, money making process. New members had one opportunity for two week's to log in to POM and try to let it know everything about them that it didn't yet know. It already knew a great deal, but they always wanted more. Since minors couldn't be officially tracked until they were eighteen, this information willingly volunteered helped them to catch up on their new members. Each new fact learned provided a future discount for various goods and services. When you logged out, you were then locked out forever.
The log in did not get anyone very far into POM's system, but it got Adam far enough. With his program launched, he found he had access to, well, he wasn't sure. He was fairly certain know one had been this deep into POM before because he didn't recognize what he was seeing on any of the websites he had visited to prepare for this moment.
Actually he did recognize some of it. Names, hundreds of them, positioned around a localized map of his town. He tried to zoom out, but he could only see his town. He zoomed in and found he could zero in on neighborhoods, and then individual houses. Everyone that had cyber implants installed showed up as a name and a solid red dot on his computer screen.
Adam wasn't entirely sure how his program was interacting now with POM. He had wanted it to access everything but it just appeared to be localized. He didn't need everyone's names, but, since they were there, he decided to see what he could see. First he found his own name, he pressed the dot next to it and felt a jolt in his head.
Adam felt like electricity was coursing through his brain now. It didn't hurt, but was uncomfortable. He felt the back of his neck for his signal square because that area suddenly felt hot. His finger explored the small smooth surface. Despite feeling warm, it seemed normal. Trying not to be silly but being a little paranoid, he wanted to see it to be sure. It seemed silly, but it was the only external part of the implants he could see. He took a picture with his phone. The red light from the signal wasn't there. Adam knew this was either really good or really bad news. POM might notice a missing signal, or maybe he was suddenly just off the grid. On a whim, he took a video of the back of his neck. To his astonishment, the signal on his neck was blinking on and off, red to nothing, as if it were intermittently transmitting, or transmitting in a different way than before.
Adam blinked and thought about exercising caution. He should log out. Mind Hack should still grant him access to POM later. He could study how his program was affecting POM's systems and then log back in when he was sure it was safe to do so. But first, he wanted to test out one thing. Being off the grid was definitely the goal, but being able to log in and see what everyone else was doing, to spy on friends and neighbors and enemies, that was a definite bonus. And he had someone in mind, Candace Porter.
Adam hadn't seen Candace in years, but knew she lived only a few miles from him. She had been his babysitter when he was younger and he had had a huge crush on her. She had treated him like a child though, which he had thoroughly resented since there was only a five year gap between them. Adam had been eleven the last time he had seen her. After that, his parents felt he no longer needed a babysitter, something he was grateful for, but disappointed in since Candace would no longer be around. He stalked her on social media and knew she had gotten married shortly after her graduation and had a kid now. But seeing family pictures was not enough for Adam, not when he had POM to see through someone else's technologically advanced eyes. He scrolled through the digital map of neighborhoods and found Candace's house. She and her husband, Mark apparently, although he didn't really care, were both home.
Adam reasoned that the best way to look at her would be from another perspective, so he clicked on Mark's name. A message popped up from his Mind Hack program that had been running in the background. It read, "Connected. Do you want to send? Yes/No?" Adam's program was doing its job and giving him access to POM's internal systems. He just hoped it was working the right way and managing to go undetected. He typed Yes and hit Enter.
Adam felt a surge in his brain that was beyond uncomfortable and downright painful. Why had that happened? He was trying to see what Mark was seeing through his eyes onto his computer, but Adam's brain had paid the price. A new message popped up. "Access denied. Signal incompatible." Had he already been discovered? Was his program not working properly? Adam was frustrated by the denial, and again felt that wisdom dictated that he log out now and examine what was happening. But he had come this far, he would try once more, this time trying Candace herself. He clicked on her red dot on his screen. The same message popped up. "Connected. Do you want to send? Yes/No?" His fingers hesitated over the keyboard, then frantically typed in Yes and hit Enter.
For reasons unknown to Adam, there was a surge in his brain as his implants seemed to come to life. He saw a message on the screen. "Access granted. Sending..." Adam had a hopeful second as he eagerly anticipated images of what Candace was seeing right now projected onto his computer screen. Then his vision blurred, he felt very wrong, and then his limbs went slack and his face fell forward as his consciousness vacated the premises.
An instant later, a few miles away, Candace Porter was sitting in a chair, watching the television as her two year old son played with toys in her peripheral vision. Unaware to her, the signal square on the back of her neck started blinking as it began to receive something new. Her brow furrowed as her head suddenly tingled, and then everything faded to black as her body fell back against the chair.
A few seconds later, her eyes flew open and her body gasped as if she had been holding her breath underwater and hadn't tasted air for minutes. Candace looked around, confusion flooding her face. Her hands went up to the blonde strands of hair she could see out of the corner of her eye. She pulled it, hard until a piece of hair came out. "Ouch!" a voice yelled. But it was not the voice of Candace Porter, but the more masculine voice of Adam Holland. "How is this happening? Where am I?" Adam heard a child laugh close by. He turned Candace's head and saw a small boy, pointing and laughing at him.
"Mommy sound funny!" the boy said between fits of laughter.
"I'm not your mother, kid," Adam said shakily in his deep alto. This caused another fit of laughter from the boy. Adam heard footsteps coming from the next room and then a man entered. It was Mark Porter. He recognized him from Candace's pictures online. But that would mean... Adam's hands shot to his chest which he realized was noticeably heavier. As Mark picked up the child, Adam discovered soft, sensitive mounds attached to the body he was in. "Holy crap, I think I'm Candace," Adam whispered.
"What game are you playing with him in here that has him so worked up?" Mark asked smiling. "We're not supposed to get him all worked up right before nap, remember? Honey? Babe? You okay?"
Adam slowly realized Mark was speaking to him. He scrunched up the face to look attentive, and then nodded seriously.
Mark laughed and addressed the boy as he picked him up. "Is this part of Mommy's game? Seeing how weird she can be? Well you can play some more after nap." Mark started to move out of the room with his son but then stopped to speak in Adam's direction once more. "Candy, why don't you go to the bedroom, we should have an hour before he wakes up and maybe you can take a nap. I know you're really tired." And then Mark was gone.
Adam just sat for a moment. He was Candace. How had this happened? Somehow, his program must have altered his signal. It wasn't transmitting to POM, showing them what he saw, what he bought, what he was up to. Rather, it was streaming his consciousness into another person, his hot, former babysitter. He needed a mirror. Adam temporarily pushed away the terrible dilemma he might be in for the perverted prospect of seeing Candace without any clothes on. He stood up, took a step, and immediately crashed to the hardwood floor. He caught himself with his hands, minimizing the damage, but still felt like Candace would have a couple bruises from that sudden landing. He slowly got to his feet, more cautious this time. He took a timid but purposeful step and realized his whole sense of balance was off. Adam's consciousness was in Candace's body, but he was not programmed for her height, her walk, and her voice for that matter. Adam wondered if that could be changed as he checked the doors of the house until he found what must be their master bedroom.
He was gradually getting the hang of her body as he strode towards a large mirror attached to their bedroom wall. He reasoned she must use it to check out what she would wear. Today, he would use it to check out what she wasn't. He saw that she was wearing a loose fitting white t-shirt that hid her large bust and grey sweatpants that did nothing to reveal the cute butt she had to be proud of. Her blonde hair was shorter than he remembered it being, only coming down to her shoulders. It looked like it needed brushing. Adam looked closer at her face. It was still the same cute visage he fantasized about, but, he thought he saw bags under her eyes. She currently had the appearance of a young harried mom who probably needed to be treated to a night out on the town and then allowed to catch up on some sleep. He put those observations aside, remembering that he needed to make the most of this situation since he probably wouldn't be here again, assuming he could reverse the process. That thought lingered for a moment as he wondered how and if that were possible. He'd need to gain access to his computer and see what options there were. It should be as simple as canceling his signal.
While thinking he had let his hands begin to wonder. When they found the area that he was so accustomed to finding a penis, all other thoughts vanished. He rubbed the area gently over the sweatpants, then harder as a pleasant sensation started to grow. He made Candace's face contort to that of lust as she licked her lips. Since he hopefully would not be here again, he'd put on a show for himself. He began to slowly spin around as he lifted the t-shirt over her head, posing for the mirror sensuously as he threw the t-shirt aside, revealing two large breasts. She had lost the baby weight it seemed in every area except for there. They were bigger than what he had seen in pictures, and seemed too good to be true. He wasted no time and began groping them furiously, watching in the mirror as her hands pinched a nipple or caressed their soft sides and then lifting them up and dropping them to watch them bounce. He made a brief attempt to talk sexy to Candace's reflection in the mirror, but it didn't do much for him since it was his deep voice that came out.
Adam took a quick break from squeezing her breasts so he could quickly pull down her sweat pants. She wore white cotton panties underneath and he removed them just as fast. Candace was not managing her business down there as curly hair completely covered her pussy. Adam presumed this was probably because of her hectic parenting lifestyle, new mom and all that, or maybe it was what her husband was in to. Either way, he didn't care as one hand slid down, finding moisture under the bush, and the other hand finding a breast again. The sensations were so overwhelmingly pleasant and erotic that he found he was unable to stand. He fell back onto the large, soft bed. He kept one leg touching the floor and the other stretched out giving him plenty of room to let her fingers explore her nether region. Adam had become so swept up in the erotic new feelings and that fact that he had access to a body he had wanted for so long that he did not notice Mark walk into the bedroom.
Mark couldn't believe what he was seeing. He and Candace had been hot and heavy for the first couple years of their marriage. They were both young and had healthy libidos until their son, Austin, came along. Then it had all stopped.
They had done all sorts of kinky things before she gave birth, afterwards, she never seemed into it. When they did have sex, he felt like she was really just doing it to shut him up. But what he was seeing now was, well, the hottest thing he had ever seen his wife do. His eyes roamed up and down her naked body, watching her get herself off as if she was touching her erogenous zones for the first time. She was really enjoying herself as she fingered her lower lips. She seemed to alternate between brushing her fingers lightly against her clitoris, then pushing two fingers inside her, and then back again. It was as if she couldn't decide what felt best. All the while her other hand swapped back and forth between each breast, fondling each with increasing passion.
The erection in Mark's pants was painful as he quietly undressed. He didn't know why, but he felt like if he called out or made a noise, it would break whatever erotic spell had been woven and the erotic atmosphere would break. But he was being silly. She was just getting her groove back. She had to have known he'd be coming in here after putting Austin to nap. She must be performing for him, trying her best to get him harder than he'd been in a long while. Well it was working and he leaned forward and put his mouth to the breast her hand was not groping, being sure to avoid her nipple. The instant his lips made contact with the soft skin, he heard a low moan, much lower than usual. A split second later his wife's boob disappeared from his mouth as she had pushed back from him so forcefully that she almost flew off the other side of the bed.
Adam felt Candace's body had been very close to orgasm when an additional touch had registered, warm, wet, and welcome on the side of the slightly larger breast. He had not been able to keep from letting out a sound of appreciative lust, when the obvious dawned on him. Candace's eyes flew open and Adam saw Mark sucking on a breast. He reacted before thinking at the sight of a man hovering over his temporary body and flung himself back with his hands, trying to get away. He felt empty space below his head and was grateful he hadn't fallen to the floor. But now there was a man looking at him with a disturbing hunger in his eyes, and Adam was sprawled before him, Candace's pussy inches from his face.
In a flash, Adam mulled over his predicament. Mark wanted to fuck him, or her really, that much was obvious. Adam was not a fan of that at all, as he had never had any sexual predilections towards his own gender. He could put a stop to it by explaining the situation. Not a great option as he was in clear violation of several laws and probably many new ones they would have to create. He would no doubt face a severe punishment or probably the death penalty. He could bolt from the room but this body was naked and if he went outside like that, it would also be a crime and authorities would be alerted and everyone's POM's would be scanned in a square block and then he'd be found out that way. He couldn't say he had a headache or didn't want this, because for one, as soon as Candace spoke and Adam's voice came out, the jig was up. And two, he had just been masturbating furiously and was clearly very turned on. It was suddenly curious to him why it was his voice in her body. This would seem to indicate that the cyber enhancements were put in more than just the brain, which is something POM had not released to the public.
Adam forgot to be curious as Mark's tongue slipped into his wife's hairy bush and licked with the fervor of a man dying of thirst and this pussy was the last place to find water. Adam accepted his fate as the pleasure racked Candace's body again, different and more intense than before as this was clearly not Mark's first rodeo. Mark's strong hands went underneath Candace's body and he gently lifted her and positioned her against the headboard, all the while continuing the cunnilingus he was so adept at performing. Adam strained not to make a sound as the body he was in control of writhed in delight of Mark's oral dedication. Adam threw both hands over Candace's mouth to stifle a scream as he came in his temporary feminine form.
Mark felt his wife's legs tense up and knew he had given her something to remember. He smiled at her but then looked puzzled. "Is this a game you're playing with me? Not making any noise?" His wife looked at him quizzically, still coming down from her sexual high, and then gave a slow nod. He found this odd, and a little kinky. "Do I win if I make you scream?"
Her face registered panic at this and she shook her head profusely. Mark was confused at that response and started to climb towards her body, her legs open wide before him. With a playful smile, he asked, "So, you don't want me to make you scream?" She nodded. "Okay, you just don't want to make any sounds, is that right?"
Candace smiled at him brightly, as if he had answered correctly in a game of charades. Her smile quickly faltered however, as he positioned himself in front of her, the pushed his cock at the entrance of her sopping wet snatch. He looked down and with one hand, he moved the tip of his penis up and down her slit, not letting it go in, knowing it was having an effect on his wife by the way her hands clenched beside him. He looked up and saw the expression on his wife's face seemed to be a mix of surprise, uncertainty, and lust. Whatever was going on with his wife, he was going to take full advantage of it. He gave his hips a thrust and the entire length of his dick disappeared into his wife's slick and inviting hole.
Mark was in ecstasy by the sudden warmth that enveloped his cock. He always loved the moments he got to be inside his wife and it had been so long. He was sure that ramming his member balls deep into her would have surely elicited some sound from her sexy, open mouth, but all that escaped was a gasp of air followed by rapid breathing. He smiled at this. She was acting like she had never been fucked before and was still refusing to make any noise. He slowly withdrew, taking in every bit of her expression. As his penis exposed itself to air once again, he saw that she actually looked disappointed. She looked down at his cock and acted like it was completely alien to her, but something that she wanted more of. Candace's eyes then met his and she looked imploringly at him. She hesitantly put both her hands around to his backside and started to draw him back into her. That was all it took for him to plunge back in, seeing the same gasp come out of her mouth and again, a look of surprise as if she had never felt anything better.
Mark started to withdraw again but her hands found his ass and she started to push him back in, even further this time. He knew what she wanted now and he began to pound her pussy. He steadied himself with one hand, letting the other travel down her leg. It was bumpy with stubble but he did not care. This was his wife, the woman he had married and to him she was sexy as hell. His hand traveled back up to her stomach and he felt her goose bumps underneath his fingers. She didn't like it when he touched her there since giving birth, as it still showed signs of stretch marks, something she was very self conscious of. She said nothing though, either because of whatever game she was playing or because she was too lost in the feeling of his dick slamming in and out of her, faster and faster. Mark wasn't in the best shape of his life, but he was still young enough to have fairly decent stamina, and he wanted to make the most of this.
Mark's hand found his wife's breasts and he squeezed them each firmly, one at a time, knowing that before getting pregnant, she really liked it when he'd be rough with them. They had become off limits as he watched them swell up and become increasingly tender. She had not allowed him to suck on the nipples anymore because they were now for their child. Since then he had treated them much more carefully but now, now he decided to press his luck. After grabbing them quite harder than normal and seeing no signs of discomfort from her, he lowered his mouth and began to suck on her tit. He thought he heard a low sound escape her mouth, but paid no attention as her hands squeezed his ass and pulled, thrusting him inward. The message to him was clear, she wanted him to go faster, so he gave her what she wanted.
Adam was no longer conflicted at being penetrated by this man. It felt too good to stop and he continued to encourage Mark to thrust harder by moving underneath him and grabbing at his backside. Adam's breathing was loud, as if he was running a marathon, but he kept his voice in check. He wasn't sure he'd be able to for much longer however, as he felt this body ascending to the top of the mountain once more. He noticed Mark was making a weird face, contorting in what seemed like a happy grimace. Suddenly Adam felt the penis inside him pulsing and warmth flooded into his new crotch. A moment later, Adam experience another orgasm and wondered how women were ever able to get anything done. Then Mark collapsed like a dead wait next to him, panting and happy.
Mark hoped this was not a one time event. He draped an arm around his bride and pulled her closer, kissing her cheek. "I love you babe. If you ever want to play that game again, just let me know."
Adam panicked as the afterglow began to fade. He needed an excuse to leave the house and get back to his own. He needn't have worried about having an excuse though, as Mark began snoring next to him a minute later. Adam maneuvered out from under Mark's arm, then began dressing as he formulated how he could make a plausible exit from this body and raise the least amount of suspicion. It was very possible the authorities knew he had hacked someone's mind and they were already on their way. It was also possible nothing like this had ever happened before and they had no idea what was going on. Either way, he needed to cancel his stream of consciousness to Candace's cyber brain implants and try to cover up his tracks.
Adam had time to think about what those tracks were as he struggled with the bra. He was a computer genius, but bra technology was beyond him. At last he figured it out the clasp, put on the rest of her previous attire, and went to their bathroom. He found her prescription medication, looking for something he could use. There was one to treat insomnia that should do nicely. He opened it and left it on the bathroom counter. He went to their kitchen and searched for alcohol. He found they had a bottle of wine and poured some into a glass. He took a little sip to get the taste in her mouth, making sure to leave a tiny bit in the glass, then put it where he had been sitting when he first found himself transported here. He was not at all sure if this would work, but he had to paint a picture for Candace when she was herself again.
Adam found car keys hanging on a hook and went outside to find a minivan. He hopped in and drove the short distance to his house. His parents were both at work, which was a huge plus. The door wasn't locked, something people rarely did now with the crime rate hovering just above zero. He went upstairs to his room, opened the door, and there he was, passed out with his face next to the keyboard. It was beyond surreal. He approached the computer screen and saw that he was still logged into POM and that his program was still running, still sending his signal. Adam hoped that when he undid this, that his body would be the one to come to first. He propped his body up in the chair and spun it towards his bed. He took his wireless keyboard and positioned Candace's body horizontally onto his bed, still close enough to see the computer screen. He selected Connected on the screen and options popped up. "End Connection. Y/N?" He typed Yes, and hit Enter. A few seconds later, his vision blurred, and darkness.
Adam jolted upright in his chair causing the wheels underneath him to creak. He looked at Candace lying on his bed and saw her start to stir. He grabbed the keyboard from her lap and hoped that she had not been aware during the time he had been in control of her body. He also hoped that she would buy what was sounding like a crazy story that seemed crazier the more he thought about it, but it was all he had. He watched as her eyes fluttered, looked around very confused, then sat bolt upright to look at him.
"What? Where am I? How'd I get here?"
Adam took a deep breath, moment of truth. With concern in his voice, he said, "Mrs. Porter, oh I'm so glad you're alright."
Candace focused on Adam, then recognition kicked in. "Adam? What's going on? Am I in your bedroom?"
She was starting to look like a cornered animal and Adam spoke quickly. "You're okay. I guess you don't remember. You drove into my neighborhood a few minutes ago and almost ran me over. You stopped and apologized and, well, you weren't making a whole lot of sense. You said something about you had been tired so you took some medicine for sleeping and had some wine. You mentioned, um..." Adam felt his cheeks burn hot. "You said something about getting intimate with your husband, but in different words. Then after you wanted something to eat and got in your van and then almost ran me over. You told me all that and then passed out and I took you inside and now you're awake. I was about to call an ambulance for you. Do you still want me to, or do you feel better now?" He waited, gauging her response.
Candace couldn't remember any of what Adam just said. She had been watching television while her son played beside her. She had been sleepy but, she was always sleepy these days. Had she taken something? She couldn't remember but, she did have the taste of wine in her mouth, and she could feel a soreness like she had been well fucked recently. Adam must be telling the truth. He had been a good kid mostly, why would he lie.
"Mrs. Porter," Adam asked again, "shall I call someone for you? An ambulance, or maybe the authorities?"
"No!" Candace yelled, then calmed herself. "Um, no please Adam. You know what they do to people who drink and drive these days. I can't believe I did something so foolish. I must have blacked out and, thank goodness I didn't kill you! I'm so sorry! And then for you to bring me into your home and look out for me. I owe you Adam."
Adam reigned in the smile that was pushing vehemently at the corners of his mouth. "Absolutely not, Mrs. Porter. You were the best babysitter I ever had when I was younger and I'm just happy I could repay the favor and watch out for you for once."
"Still, you're amazing. And, um, you'll keep this between us?" she asked with a hopeful smile as she stood up, ready to leave.
Now Adam allowed himself to beam. "I will never tell a soul, Mrs. Porter. I would hate for you to get in any kind of trouble."
Candace approached Adam, and saw as he stood that he was now taller than she was. She put her arms around him and pulled him into a hug. "Thank you Adam. I really mean that."
Adam returned the hug, fully aware of her chest pushing into him. That had been his chest moments ago, beyond surreal. His body began to respond at these thoughts and he broke off the hug. "No problem, Mrs. Porter. Happy to help. Here, I'll walk you back to your van."
Adam watched from his driveway as she drove away, then ran back upstairs. He quickly logged off from POM. He should have no problem accessing it now with his program, but it would all be moot if one of several things had gone wrong for him. It was possible, but unlikely, that they had traced his digital interfering back to his computer. It was much more likely that they had noticed his signal was missing, or that it had jumped a few miles away, or that Candace's signal had disappeared altogether. He didn't know how all that worked, but if he wasn't busted within a few hours, he should be in the clear. The one thing he knew he had going for him was that thus far, a crime had not been committed in their area, or at least one that anyone knew about, and so any signal interruption might just blow over.
If he was still here tomorrow, he would try to go deeper into POM and find out about the cyber implants they all possessed. They were clearly more extensive than he knew. If he could access them, maybe he could help himself by keeping the host's voice. Was he really thinking of doing this again? He remembered how it had felt to be in Candace's body. If he hadn't already been caught, he was definitely doing this again, but he would be more prepared next time. The hard part would be the next few hours, waiting to see if someone was coming for him.
Many miles away, in a large building that staffed more computers than personnel, information was pouring in, a constant geyser of consumer data that burst forth in a never ending torrent. Crime had continued its downward trend, but there was loads of other, much more valuable things to go over, such as, where was the money being spent and how could the corporate overlords get more of it?
One analyst had gone over as much data as he could in one shift. Now he compiled his daily end of shift report and highlighted areas of concern for his supervisor. Instead of sending the information electronically, he actually took the time to print this report, as he wanted to hand it off in person. He knocked on his supervisor's open door to announce his presence.
"Got the numbers boss. Printed mine out because I thought you might want to see something interesting?"
"Put it next to this stack," the boss motioned at a leaning pile of paperwork. "Something caught your eye did it? I don't remember any crime being reported in your area?"
"There wasn't but, well, something weird happened. A signal stopped."
The boss didn't look up at this but continued looking at official documents that appeared to need his undivided attention. "Signals stop all the time. Happens when people die. That's hardly interesting or weird, just a fact of life."
The analyst knew this. Each time a person died it was flagged as a signal interruption. If a crime was reported in the area, those cases were investigated immediately and the perpetrator caught quickly. If there was no crime, and there hardly was anymore, it was investigated as time allowed, often times getting backlogged for days. When someone got to it, it was usually a death due to natural causes. If the person was alive, which was almost never the case, they were brought in, opened up, whatever issue fixed with their cyber ware, and then sent home the next day. But this issue was much different than death or a faulty signal.
"I'd agree boss, but this signal stopped, then resumed a few miles away, where another signal stopped, but did not resume."
The boss stopped looking at his paperwork. "What? That shouldn't...did you monitor remotely? I don't remember a request for that one and feel like I'd definitely remember a scenario like that."
"I didn't request a remote viewing because by the time I noticed anything suspicious, both signals were back. The first signal returned to its point of origin, then the second signal resumed and, well, that's it."
The boss mulled this over. They were only allowed to ever remote view if a crime had been committed in the reported area. When the technology had come available at first, many within POM had taken advantage of the situation and let it become their own private peep show. Swift action had been taken and the perverts had been removed. Spying on the general public with POM's technology was a serious crime, and each staff member's visual records were examined daily to ensure this kind of illicit surveillance was not happening.
The boss made a decision. "Okay, so if both signals are back, that had to be a glitch or something. If there was no crime involved, we do nothing for now. Flag both their signals and if it happens again, we'll bring them in and fix whatever's wrong."
The analyst nodded and left. He stopped by his computer and flagged the two troublesome dots. If anything else funny happened, they'd know immediately.
To be continued...
Author's note: This story is connected to the Shudder universe. You do not have to read Shudder first to understand it, but it will help you appreciate some of the characters you'll meet along the way.
In the near future, it wasn't a third world war that threatened to end humanity. It was the internal violence and unrest within each country that almost lead to the extinction of mankind. The state of the world under the control of increasingly corrupt politicians and dictators had led to the forming of a few peaceful protests. Those few had become dozens and then hundreds and thousands and the word peaceful was soon abandoned. Civil wars sprang up everywhere and leaders worldwide were brought down. Millions of lives were lost and those left when the dust settled wondered how long it would be until it all happened again.
Charismatic leaders of science and technology stepped in with a way that could end mankind's destructive cycle. Corporations, sensing opportunity, funded research that promised to put a stop to the violent tendencies of mankind. This was done in exchange for information vital to increasing their profit margins. They promised peace, as long as everyone was willing to part with their privacy. Most were still shell shocked enough from the recent atrocities that they readily agreed if it meant an end to crime and war. Corporations swayed dissenters by offering discounts on their products. Part with your privacy and save a dollar. With this logic in mind, a permanent solution was made to better manage a potentially volatile populace.
Everyone that had supported this new endeavor received free of charge exciting new cybernetic enhancements. People were opened up and chips and circuits were added to brain matter and optic nerves. Glasses were no longer needed and cancer and diseases were detected early enough to stop it almost every time. Other benefits were promised down the road but mainly safety was touted as the main reason everyone should get on board. Every person was essentially a camera. If you committed a crime, there were witnesses, you could be tracked. You would be found and stopped, usually permanently. Crime was now almost impossible to get away with, which drastically improved morale.
A surgery was required but the outward affects were completely hidden to the naked eye except for one piece that was purposeless left exposed. At the center of the neck, a flat square that looked like glass poked out of the skin. From it, a dull, red light could be seen. It was only a square inch but it was always on, sending a constant signal. The excuse for it being visible was that it would decrease possible interference that might have occurred if it resided inside the body. But the real reason was for authorities to be able to judge at a glance if you were a part of the new regime that was dedicated to a peaceful existence.
The new scientific solution for peace came to be known as Peace of Mind, or POM for short. Corporations gave discounts for food, utilities, fuel, everything they could for those who adopted POM early on. For everyone else, the prices went up, driving more and more to receive what was becoming a necessity. But what really silenced the naysayers was the swift drop in crime. The one thing POM did well was remind people that someone could be watching them anytime. It was always there, always watching. Every crime as soon as it was reported, no matter how big or small, was dealt with by the authorities and punishments were quick and severe. Lawyers became irrelevant, as did juries and courthouses. The evidence was always right there, impossible to refute.
After five years, POM became mandatory for every citizen eighteen and older. This was argued by many, but the statistics did not lie and the advantages seemed to outweigh the disadvantages. It was helping bring lasting peace to a fragmented society, and since privacy did not matter to most anymore, it became illegal to not have a red light visible on the back of your neck. Those that wanted peace had won. The corporations that wanted to know everything about everybody at all times were the real winners though, and they vowed to keep the population happy and tranquil as long as they bought their products.
Many would be anarchists tried to hack their POM or someone helpful volunteer, either through POM's wireless network, or by dissecting the cybernetics themselves and rewiring them. The network had thus far been a dead end. Those that were opened up and explored were also a dead end but in the physical sense that the test subjects were no longer alive anymore. All attempts to put the cybernetics back in place and sew up the human guinea pig failed spectacularly and always lead to the arrest and punishment of the person who tried.
A breach was bound to happen eventually. What was surprising was that it's security held out for almost ten years, which seems like forever with advances in technology. At least, it used to, but that progress had slowed, even halted for a time during the uprisings. Now a new century was right around the corner, and there still weren't flying cars or artificial intelligence. It was almost the same as it had been at the beginning of the 21st century as it had been at the end of it. But now the world had POM, creating exciting new advancements in technology to get them back on track. Peace was here, peace that could last. At least until one disgruntled eighteen year old with some lines of code threatened to put the world's potential utopia at risk.
All that had been learned about POM's system and enhancements was posted on the web if you knew where to look, but after five years of failure, most had given up. But Adam Holland was either too young or too foolish to care about the short comings of those before him. As his eighteenth birthday had approached, he became more and more obsessed with the thought of hacking that which everyone said was impossible. He constantly reviewed the message boards of those that had tried, both in POM's network, and the cyber ware inside the minds that had been opened up.
Adam had dedicated his life to hacking and had gotten very good at it. He knew every time he did he was breaking the law and now that his POM had been surgically installed a week ago on his eighteenth birthday, he knew that from then on there was a record of it. He also knew that it was like getting audited by the internal revenue service. Chances were always good nobody was monitoring you, unless a crime had been committed by or near you, then everyone in the surrounding area had their recent histories played back remotely.
So Adam kept to himself in his room, away from any excitement and far from anything that could even resemble the appearance of illegal. He still lived with his parents. He had few friends and had graduated school early so there he was, day in and day out, committing crime on his computer at locations far away that could not be easily traced back to him.
What Adam was most proud of were the programs he had written himself. The one he had been working on the longest was the one he hoped would thwart POM itself. He called it Mind Hack and if it worked the way he hoped it would, it would grant him access to every part of POM, enabling him to hide or delete his presence completely from the powers that be. Mind Hack would not attack POM directly, or try to sneak in a back way, like most had before him. Rather, his program appeared to be a part of their system and only worked because Adam was newly registered in their servers, which gave it an opportunity to enter through the front door.
Adam knew this was a part of POM's controlling, money making process. New members had one opportunity for two week's to log in to POM and try to let it know everything about them that it didn't yet know. It already knew a great deal, but they always wanted more. Since minors couldn't be officially tracked until they were eighteen, this information willingly volunteered helped them to catch up on their new members. Each new fact learned provided a future discount for various goods and services. When you logged out, you were then locked out forever.
The log in did not get anyone very far into POM's system, but it got Adam far enough. With his program launched, he found he had access to, well, he wasn't sure. He was fairly certain know one had been this deep into POM before because he didn't recognize what he was seeing on any of the websites he had visited to prepare for this moment.
Actually he did recognize some of it. Names, hundreds of them, positioned around a localized map of his town. He tried to zoom out, but he could only see his town. He zoomed in and found he could zero in on neighborhoods, and then individual houses. Everyone that had cyber implants installed showed up as a name and a solid red dot on his computer screen.
Adam wasn't entirely sure how his program was interacting now with POM. He had wanted it to access everything but it just appeared to be localized. He didn't need everyone's names, but, since they were there, he decided to see what he could see. First he found his own name, he pressed the dot next to it and felt a jolt in his head.
Adam felt like electricity was coursing through his brain now. It didn't hurt, but was uncomfortable. He felt the back of his neck for his signal square because that area suddenly felt hot. His finger explored the small smooth surface. Despite feeling warm, it seemed normal. Trying not to be silly but being a little paranoid, he wanted to see it to be sure. It seemed silly, but it was the only external part of the implants he could see. He took a picture with his phone. The red light from the signal wasn't there. Adam knew this was either really good or really bad news. POM might notice a missing signal, or maybe he was suddenly just off the grid. On a whim, he took a video of the back of his neck. To his astonishment, the signal on his neck was blinking on and off, red to nothing, as if it were intermittently transmitting, or transmitting in a different way than before.
Adam blinked and thought about exercising caution. He should log out. Mind Hack should still grant him access to POM later. He could study how his program was affecting POM's systems and then log back in when he was sure it was safe to do so. But first, he wanted to test out one thing. Being off the grid was definitely the goal, but being able to log in and see what everyone else was doing, to spy on friends and neighbors and enemies, that was a definite bonus. And he had someone in mind, Candace Porter.
Adam hadn't seen Candace in years, but knew she lived only a few miles from him. She had been his babysitter when he was younger and he had had a huge crush on her. She had treated him like a child though, which he had thoroughly resented since there was only a five year gap between them. Adam had been eleven the last time he had seen her. After that, his parents felt he no longer needed a babysitter, something he was grateful for, but disappointed in since Candace would no longer be around. He stalked her on social media and knew she had gotten married shortly after her graduation and had a kid now. But seeing family pictures was not enough for Adam, not when he had POM to see through someone else's technologically advanced eyes. He scrolled through the digital map of neighborhoods and found Candace's house. She and her husband, Mark apparently, although he didn't really care, were both home.
Adam reasoned that the best way to look at her would be from another perspective, so he clicked on Mark's name. A message popped up from his Mind Hack program that had been running in the background. It read, "Connected. Do you want to send? Yes/No?" Adam's program was doing its job and giving him access to POM's internal systems. He just hoped it was working the right way and managing to go undetected. He typed Yes and hit Enter.
Adam felt a surge in his brain that was beyond uncomfortable and downright painful. Why had that happened? He was trying to see what Mark was seeing through his eyes onto his computer, but Adam's brain had paid the price. A new message popped up. "Access denied. Signal incompatible." Had he already been discovered? Was his program not working properly? Adam was frustrated by the denial, and again felt that wisdom dictated that he log out now and examine what was happening. But he had come this far, he would try once more, this time trying Candace herself. He clicked on her red dot on his screen. The same message popped up. "Connected. Do you want to send? Yes/No?" His fingers hesitated over the keyboard, then frantically typed in Yes and hit Enter.
For reasons unknown to Adam, there was a surge in his brain as his implants seemed to come to life. He saw a message on the screen. "Access granted. Sending..." Adam had a hopeful second as he eagerly anticipated images of what Candace was seeing right now projected onto his computer screen. Then his vision blurred, he felt very wrong, and then his limbs went slack and his face fell forward as his consciousness vacated the premises.
An instant later, a few miles away, Candace Porter was sitting in a chair, watching the television as her two year old son played with toys in her peripheral vision. Unaware to her, the signal square on the back of her neck started blinking as it began to receive something new. Her brow furrowed as her head suddenly tingled, and then everything faded to black as her body fell back against the chair.
A few seconds later, her eyes flew open and her body gasped as if she had been holding her breath underwater and hadn't tasted air for minutes. Candace looked around, confusion flooding her face. Her hands went up to the blonde strands of hair she could see out of the corner of her eye. She pulled it, hard until a piece of hair came out. "Ouch!" a voice yelled. But it was not the voice of Candace Porter, but the more masculine voice of Adam Holland. "How is this happening? Where am I?" Adam heard a child laugh close by. He turned Candace's head and saw a small boy, pointing and laughing at him.
"Mommy sound funny!" the boy said between fits of laughter.
"I'm not your mother, kid," Adam said shakily in his deep alto. This caused another fit of laughter from the boy. Adam heard footsteps coming from the next room and then a man entered. It was Mark Porter. He recognized him from Candace's pictures online. But that would mean... Adam's hands shot to his chest which he realized was noticeably heavier. As Mark picked up the child, Adam discovered soft, sensitive mounds attached to the body he was in. "Holy crap, I think I'm Candace," Adam whispered.
"What game are you playing with him in here that has him so worked up?" Mark asked smiling. "We're not supposed to get him all worked up right before nap, remember? Honey? Babe? You okay?"
Adam slowly realized Mark was speaking to him. He scrunched up the face to look attentive, and then nodded seriously.
Mark laughed and addressed the boy as he picked him up. "Is this part of Mommy's game? Seeing how weird she can be? Well you can play some more after nap." Mark started to move out of the room with his son but then stopped to speak in Adam's direction once more. "Candy, why don't you go to the bedroom, we should have an hour before he wakes up and maybe you can take a nap. I know you're really tired." And then Mark was gone.
Adam just sat for a moment. He was Candace. How had this happened? Somehow, his program must have altered his signal. It wasn't transmitting to POM, showing them what he saw, what he bought, what he was up to. Rather, it was streaming his consciousness into another person, his hot, former babysitter. He needed a mirror. Adam temporarily pushed away the terrible dilemma he might be in for the perverted prospect of seeing Candace without any clothes on. He stood up, took a step, and immediately crashed to the hardwood floor. He caught himself with his hands, minimizing the damage, but still felt like Candace would have a couple bruises from that sudden landing. He slowly got to his feet, more cautious this time. He took a timid but purposeful step and realized his whole sense of balance was off. Adam's consciousness was in Candace's body, but he was not programmed for her height, her walk, and her voice for that matter. Adam wondered if that could be changed as he checked the doors of the house until he found what must be their master bedroom.
He was gradually getting the hang of her body as he strode towards a large mirror attached to their bedroom wall. He reasoned she must use it to check out what she would wear. Today, he would use it to check out what she wasn't. He saw that she was wearing a loose fitting white t-shirt that hid her large bust and grey sweatpants that did nothing to reveal the cute butt she had to be proud of. Her blonde hair was shorter than he remembered it being, only coming down to her shoulders. It looked like it needed brushing. Adam looked closer at her face. It was still the same cute visage he fantasized about, but, he thought he saw bags under her eyes. She currently had the appearance of a young harried mom who probably needed to be treated to a night out on the town and then allowed to catch up on some sleep. He put those observations aside, remembering that he needed to make the most of this situation since he probably wouldn't be here again, assuming he could reverse the process. That thought lingered for a moment as he wondered how and if that were possible. He'd need to gain access to his computer and see what options there were. It should be as simple as canceling his signal.
While thinking he had let his hands begin to wonder. When they found the area that he was so accustomed to finding a penis, all other thoughts vanished. He rubbed the area gently over the sweatpants, then harder as a pleasant sensation started to grow. He made Candace's face contort to that of lust as she licked her lips. Since he hopefully would not be here again, he'd put on a show for himself. He began to slowly spin around as he lifted the t-shirt over her head, posing for the mirror sensuously as he threw the t-shirt aside, revealing two large breasts. She had lost the baby weight it seemed in every area except for there. They were bigger than what he had seen in pictures, and seemed too good to be true. He wasted no time and began groping them furiously, watching in the mirror as her hands pinched a nipple or caressed their soft sides and then lifting them up and dropping them to watch them bounce. He made a brief attempt to talk sexy to Candace's reflection in the mirror, but it didn't do much for him since it was his deep voice that came out.
Adam took a quick break from squeezing her breasts so he could quickly pull down her sweat pants. She wore white cotton panties underneath and he removed them just as fast. Candace was not managing her business down there as curly hair completely covered her pussy. Adam presumed this was probably because of her hectic parenting lifestyle, new mom and all that, or maybe it was what her husband was in to. Either way, he didn't care as one hand slid down, finding moisture under the bush, and the other hand finding a breast again. The sensations were so overwhelmingly pleasant and erotic that he found he was unable to stand. He fell back onto the large, soft bed. He kept one leg touching the floor and the other stretched out giving him plenty of room to let her fingers explore her nether region. Adam had become so swept up in the erotic new feelings and that fact that he had access to a body he had wanted for so long that he did not notice Mark walk into the bedroom.
Mark couldn't believe what he was seeing. He and Candace had been hot and heavy for the first couple years of their marriage. They were both young and had healthy libidos until their son, Austin, came along. Then it had all stopped.
They had done all sorts of kinky things before she gave birth, afterwards, she never seemed into it. When they did have sex, he felt like she was really just doing it to shut him up. But what he was seeing now was, well, the hottest thing he had ever seen his wife do. His eyes roamed up and down her naked body, watching her get herself off as if she was touching her erogenous zones for the first time. She was really enjoying herself as she fingered her lower lips. She seemed to alternate between brushing her fingers lightly against her clitoris, then pushing two fingers inside her, and then back again. It was as if she couldn't decide what felt best. All the while her other hand swapped back and forth between each breast, fondling each with increasing passion.
The erection in Mark's pants was painful as he quietly undressed. He didn't know why, but he felt like if he called out or made a noise, it would break whatever erotic spell had been woven and the erotic atmosphere would break. But he was being silly. She was just getting her groove back. She had to have known he'd be coming in here after putting Austin to nap. She must be performing for him, trying her best to get him harder than he'd been in a long while. Well it was working and he leaned forward and put his mouth to the breast her hand was not groping, being sure to avoid her nipple. The instant his lips made contact with the soft skin, he heard a low moan, much lower than usual. A split second later his wife's boob disappeared from his mouth as she had pushed back from him so forcefully that she almost flew off the other side of the bed.
Adam felt Candace's body had been very close to orgasm when an additional touch had registered, warm, wet, and welcome on the side of the slightly larger breast. He had not been able to keep from letting out a sound of appreciative lust, when the obvious dawned on him. Candace's eyes flew open and Adam saw Mark sucking on a breast. He reacted before thinking at the sight of a man hovering over his temporary body and flung himself back with his hands, trying to get away. He felt empty space below his head and was grateful he hadn't fallen to the floor. But now there was a man looking at him with a disturbing hunger in his eyes, and Adam was sprawled before him, Candace's pussy inches from his face.
In a flash, Adam mulled over his predicament. Mark wanted to fuck him, or her really, that much was obvious. Adam was not a fan of that at all, as he had never had any sexual predilections towards his own gender. He could put a stop to it by explaining the situation. Not a great option as he was in clear violation of several laws and probably many new ones they would have to create. He would no doubt face a severe punishment or probably the death penalty. He could bolt from the room but this body was naked and if he went outside like that, it would also be a crime and authorities would be alerted and everyone's POM's would be scanned in a square block and then he'd be found out that way. He couldn't say he had a headache or didn't want this, because for one, as soon as Candace spoke and Adam's voice came out, the jig was up. And two, he had just been masturbating furiously and was clearly very turned on. It was suddenly curious to him why it was his voice in her body. This would seem to indicate that the cyber enhancements were put in more than just the brain, which is something POM had not released to the public.
Adam forgot to be curious as Mark's tongue slipped into his wife's hairy bush and licked with the fervor of a man dying of thirst and this pussy was the last place to find water. Adam accepted his fate as the pleasure racked Candace's body again, different and more intense than before as this was clearly not Mark's first rodeo. Mark's strong hands went underneath Candace's body and he gently lifted her and positioned her against the headboard, all the while continuing the cunnilingus he was so adept at performing. Adam strained not to make a sound as the body he was in control of writhed in delight of Mark's oral dedication. Adam threw both hands over Candace's mouth to stifle a scream as he came in his temporary feminine form.
Mark felt his wife's legs tense up and knew he had given her something to remember. He smiled at her but then looked puzzled. "Is this a game you're playing with me? Not making any noise?" His wife looked at him quizzically, still coming down from her sexual high, and then gave a slow nod. He found this odd, and a little kinky. "Do I win if I make you scream?"
Her face registered panic at this and she shook her head profusely. Mark was confused at that response and started to climb towards her body, her legs open wide before him. With a playful smile, he asked, "So, you don't want me to make you scream?" She nodded. "Okay, you just don't want to make any sounds, is that right?"
Candace smiled at him brightly, as if he had answered correctly in a game of charades. Her smile quickly faltered however, as he positioned himself in front of her, the pushed his cock at the entrance of her sopping wet snatch. He looked down and with one hand, he moved the tip of his penis up and down her slit, not letting it go in, knowing it was having an effect on his wife by the way her hands clenched beside him. He looked up and saw the expression on his wife's face seemed to be a mix of surprise, uncertainty, and lust. Whatever was going on with his wife, he was going to take full advantage of it. He gave his hips a thrust and the entire length of his dick disappeared into his wife's slick and inviting hole.
Mark was in ecstasy by the sudden warmth that enveloped his cock. He always loved the moments he got to be inside his wife and it had been so long. He was sure that ramming his member balls deep into her would have surely elicited some sound from her sexy, open mouth, but all that escaped was a gasp of air followed by rapid breathing. He smiled at this. She was acting like she had never been fucked before and was still refusing to make any noise. He slowly withdrew, taking in every bit of her expression. As his penis exposed itself to air once again, he saw that she actually looked disappointed. She looked down at his cock and acted like it was completely alien to her, but something that she wanted more of. Candace's eyes then met his and she looked imploringly at him. She hesitantly put both her hands around to his backside and started to draw him back into her. That was all it took for him to plunge back in, seeing the same gasp come out of her mouth and again, a look of surprise as if she had never felt anything better.
Mark started to withdraw again but her hands found his ass and she started to push him back in, even further this time. He knew what she wanted now and he began to pound her pussy. He steadied himself with one hand, letting the other travel down her leg. It was bumpy with stubble but he did not care. This was his wife, the woman he had married and to him she was sexy as hell. His hand traveled back up to her stomach and he felt her goose bumps underneath his fingers. She didn't like it when he touched her there since giving birth, as it still showed signs of stretch marks, something she was very self conscious of. She said nothing though, either because of whatever game she was playing or because she was too lost in the feeling of his dick slamming in and out of her, faster and faster. Mark wasn't in the best shape of his life, but he was still young enough to have fairly decent stamina, and he wanted to make the most of this.
Mark's hand found his wife's breasts and he squeezed them each firmly, one at a time, knowing that before getting pregnant, she really liked it when he'd be rough with them. They had become off limits as he watched them swell up and become increasingly tender. She had not allowed him to suck on the nipples anymore because they were now for their child. Since then he had treated them much more carefully but now, now he decided to press his luck. After grabbing them quite harder than normal and seeing no signs of discomfort from her, he lowered his mouth and began to suck on her tit. He thought he heard a low sound escape her mouth, but paid no attention as her hands squeezed his ass and pulled, thrusting him inward. The message to him was clear, she wanted him to go faster, so he gave her what she wanted.
Adam was no longer conflicted at being penetrated by this man. It felt too good to stop and he continued to encourage Mark to thrust harder by moving underneath him and grabbing at his backside. Adam's breathing was loud, as if he was running a marathon, but he kept his voice in check. He wasn't sure he'd be able to for much longer however, as he felt this body ascending to the top of the mountain once more. He noticed Mark was making a weird face, contorting in what seemed like a happy grimace. Suddenly Adam felt the penis inside him pulsing and warmth flooded into his new crotch. A moment later, Adam experience another orgasm and wondered how women were ever able to get anything done. Then Mark collapsed like a dead wait next to him, panting and happy.
Mark hoped this was not a one time event. He draped an arm around his bride and pulled her closer, kissing her cheek. "I love you babe. If you ever want to play that game again, just let me know."
Adam panicked as the afterglow began to fade. He needed an excuse to leave the house and get back to his own. He needn't have worried about having an excuse though, as Mark began snoring next to him a minute later. Adam maneuvered out from under Mark's arm, then began dressing as he formulated how he could make a plausible exit from this body and raise the least amount of suspicion. It was very possible the authorities knew he had hacked someone's mind and they were already on their way. It was also possible nothing like this had ever happened before and they had no idea what was going on. Either way, he needed to cancel his stream of consciousness to Candace's cyber brain implants and try to cover up his tracks.
Adam had time to think about what those tracks were as he struggled with the bra. He was a computer genius, but bra technology was beyond him. At last he figured it out the clasp, put on the rest of her previous attire, and went to their bathroom. He found her prescription medication, looking for something he could use. There was one to treat insomnia that should do nicely. He opened it and left it on the bathroom counter. He went to their kitchen and searched for alcohol. He found they had a bottle of wine and poured some into a glass. He took a little sip to get the taste in her mouth, making sure to leave a tiny bit in the glass, then put it where he had been sitting when he first found himself transported here. He was not at all sure if this would work, but he had to paint a picture for Candace when she was herself again.
Adam found car keys hanging on a hook and went outside to find a minivan. He hopped in and drove the short distance to his house. His parents were both at work, which was a huge plus. The door wasn't locked, something people rarely did now with the crime rate hovering just above zero. He went upstairs to his room, opened the door, and there he was, passed out with his face next to the keyboard. It was beyond surreal. He approached the computer screen and saw that he was still logged into POM and that his program was still running, still sending his signal. Adam hoped that when he undid this, that his body would be the one to come to first. He propped his body up in the chair and spun it towards his bed. He took his wireless keyboard and positioned Candace's body horizontally onto his bed, still close enough to see the computer screen. He selected Connected on the screen and options popped up. "End Connection. Y/N?" He typed Yes, and hit Enter. A few seconds later, his vision blurred, and darkness.
Adam jolted upright in his chair causing the wheels underneath him to creak. He looked at Candace lying on his bed and saw her start to stir. He grabbed the keyboard from her lap and hoped that she had not been aware during the time he had been in control of her body. He also hoped that she would buy what was sounding like a crazy story that seemed crazier the more he thought about it, but it was all he had. He watched as her eyes fluttered, looked around very confused, then sat bolt upright to look at him.
"What? Where am I? How'd I get here?"
Adam took a deep breath, moment of truth. With concern in his voice, he said, "Mrs. Porter, oh I'm so glad you're alright."
Candace focused on Adam, then recognition kicked in. "Adam? What's going on? Am I in your bedroom?"
She was starting to look like a cornered animal and Adam spoke quickly. "You're okay. I guess you don't remember. You drove into my neighborhood a few minutes ago and almost ran me over. You stopped and apologized and, well, you weren't making a whole lot of sense. You said something about you had been tired so you took some medicine for sleeping and had some wine. You mentioned, um..." Adam felt his cheeks burn hot. "You said something about getting intimate with your husband, but in different words. Then after you wanted something to eat and got in your van and then almost ran me over. You told me all that and then passed out and I took you inside and now you're awake. I was about to call an ambulance for you. Do you still want me to, or do you feel better now?" He waited, gauging her response.
Candace couldn't remember any of what Adam just said. She had been watching television while her son played beside her. She had been sleepy but, she was always sleepy these days. Had she taken something? She couldn't remember but, she did have the taste of wine in her mouth, and she could feel a soreness like she had been well fucked recently. Adam must be telling the truth. He had been a good kid mostly, why would he lie.
"Mrs. Porter," Adam asked again, "shall I call someone for you? An ambulance, or maybe the authorities?"
"No!" Candace yelled, then calmed herself. "Um, no please Adam. You know what they do to people who drink and drive these days. I can't believe I did something so foolish. I must have blacked out and, thank goodness I didn't kill you! I'm so sorry! And then for you to bring me into your home and look out for me. I owe you Adam."
Adam reigned in the smile that was pushing vehemently at the corners of his mouth. "Absolutely not, Mrs. Porter. You were the best babysitter I ever had when I was younger and I'm just happy I could repay the favor and watch out for you for once."
"Still, you're amazing. And, um, you'll keep this between us?" she asked with a hopeful smile as she stood up, ready to leave.
Now Adam allowed himself to beam. "I will never tell a soul, Mrs. Porter. I would hate for you to get in any kind of trouble."
Candace approached Adam, and saw as he stood that he was now taller than she was. She put her arms around him and pulled him into a hug. "Thank you Adam. I really mean that."
Adam returned the hug, fully aware of her chest pushing into him. That had been his chest moments ago, beyond surreal. His body began to respond at these thoughts and he broke off the hug. "No problem, Mrs. Porter. Happy to help. Here, I'll walk you back to your van."
Adam watched from his driveway as she drove away, then ran back upstairs. He quickly logged off from POM. He should have no problem accessing it now with his program, but it would all be moot if one of several things had gone wrong for him. It was possible, but unlikely, that they had traced his digital interfering back to his computer. It was much more likely that they had noticed his signal was missing, or that it had jumped a few miles away, or that Candace's signal had disappeared altogether. He didn't know how all that worked, but if he wasn't busted within a few hours, he should be in the clear. The one thing he knew he had going for him was that thus far, a crime had not been committed in their area, or at least one that anyone knew about, and so any signal interruption might just blow over.
If he was still here tomorrow, he would try to go deeper into POM and find out about the cyber implants they all possessed. They were clearly more extensive than he knew. If he could access them, maybe he could help himself by keeping the host's voice. Was he really thinking of doing this again? He remembered how it had felt to be in Candace's body. If he hadn't already been caught, he was definitely doing this again, but he would be more prepared next time. The hard part would be the next few hours, waiting to see if someone was coming for him.
Many miles away, in a large building that staffed more computers than personnel, information was pouring in, a constant geyser of consumer data that burst forth in a never ending torrent. Crime had continued its downward trend, but there was loads of other, much more valuable things to go over, such as, where was the money being spent and how could the corporate overlords get more of it?
One analyst had gone over as much data as he could in one shift. Now he compiled his daily end of shift report and highlighted areas of concern for his supervisor. Instead of sending the information electronically, he actually took the time to print this report, as he wanted to hand it off in person. He knocked on his supervisor's open door to announce his presence.
"Got the numbers boss. Printed mine out because I thought you might want to see something interesting?"
"Put it next to this stack," the boss motioned at a leaning pile of paperwork. "Something caught your eye did it? I don't remember any crime being reported in your area?"
"There wasn't but, well, something weird happened. A signal stopped."
The boss didn't look up at this but continued looking at official documents that appeared to need his undivided attention. "Signals stop all the time. Happens when people die. That's hardly interesting or weird, just a fact of life."
The analyst knew this. Each time a person died it was flagged as a signal interruption. If a crime was reported in the area, those cases were investigated immediately and the perpetrator caught quickly. If there was no crime, and there hardly was anymore, it was investigated as time allowed, often times getting backlogged for days. When someone got to it, it was usually a death due to natural causes. If the person was alive, which was almost never the case, they were brought in, opened up, whatever issue fixed with their cyber ware, and then sent home the next day. But this issue was much different than death or a faulty signal.
"I'd agree boss, but this signal stopped, then resumed a few miles away, where another signal stopped, but did not resume."
The boss stopped looking at his paperwork. "What? That shouldn't...did you monitor remotely? I don't remember a request for that one and feel like I'd definitely remember a scenario like that."
"I didn't request a remote viewing because by the time I noticed anything suspicious, both signals were back. The first signal returned to its point of origin, then the second signal resumed and, well, that's it."
The boss mulled this over. They were only allowed to ever remote view if a crime had been committed in the reported area. When the technology had come available at first, many within POM had taken advantage of the situation and let it become their own private peep show. Swift action had been taken and the perverts had been removed. Spying on the general public with POM's technology was a serious crime, and each staff member's visual records were examined daily to ensure this kind of illicit surveillance was not happening.
The boss made a decision. "Okay, so if both signals are back, that had to be a glitch or something. If there was no crime involved, we do nothing for now. Flag both their signals and if it happens again, we'll bring them in and fix whatever's wrong."
The analyst nodded and left. He stopped by his computer and flagged the two troublesome dots. If anything else funny happened, they'd know immediately.
To be continued...
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